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Flashback Part Four
Trapped

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Readers' Comments

to those

whose essence

has been buried alive

 

may our true self

find its way

 back to life

I'm tired

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I'm just so tired

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layers and layers and layers

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of voices wrapping my core

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voices that tell me

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"do this" "don't do that"

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"do

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                don't

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do

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                 don't"

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and my core stays silent

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for there are layers and layers

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of voices

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saying "do this"

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                "don't do that"

Jay: thank you God,

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for giving meaning to my life

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God: you are most certainly

 

welcome,

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baby

and looking back

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at the written and the unwritten

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in spite of all the horrors

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I suffered

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one thing still stands on its own

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God: what is that, baby?

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the thread of my mother's love

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was there

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although intermittently

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sustaining me through crisis

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after crisis

I'm only 

a fog inside

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I don't know anything

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