Rebekah Strunk Poems

Everyday is a fight, a struggle to stay alive.

Everyday I try not to think about my past and all the pain in my past.
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Sitting here all alone feeling trapped in the world of the unknowns.

Looking around trying to figure out where to go.
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why am I here

I am wondering why I 'm here and not died.
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whe you looking into my eyes

you see a shy, quite girl with nothing wrong with her
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