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Written by Cherise Slater, Form 3, Bishop Anstey High
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'Where do I want to go?'
This question she asks herself is always
answered by the same three words 'I don't know.'
The river of frustration flows,
And grows.
Deeper with each passing day,
But still she doesn't find a way.
To figure herself out,
She only continues to doubt.
The abilities she was so obviously given,
From a God somewhere in His heaven.
With each passing day that goes by,
She dies a little more inside.
And helplessness,
Soon joins hopelessness.
She looks at herself,
The only emotion present is self-contempt.
She thinks she can do no better,
That thought, she thinks, is the fact of the matter.
Is there no end to her pit of despair?
She knows if there isn't, the end is near ...
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