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Labyrinth

The musings of a slightly hung-over teenager, who's emotions consist of nothingness and an overwhelming fuzzy feeling that started about 2 hours ago and is keeping her awake. This teenager would also happen to be me.

"Sleep falls,
Blanketing the world.

Before the blackness descends,
And subconscious dreams light the way.

The twisting Labyrinth.
Dawn for an exit,
Not always found."

xoxo Miriam