facing

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Growing Up
One of my old poems:  
Facing Danger
SometimesIn the .f.a.c.e.
Never have I been so low
Lying on a bed Surrounded by white walls, I feel the physical throbbing, Which makes me go insane.    Bright lights and bustling people, Pain and pills, IVs and insomnia.   
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