Blurryface
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Leah Dixon, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2016
There's two of me
But one of them
No one gets to see.
His name is Blurryface.
He picks at all the things I do
Always pushing me out of place;
Locked away in my mind
Feeding me thoughts
Others would leave behind.
He's never truly gone
He's there twenty-four seven -
dusk to dawn.
Everyone has a Blurryface.
The only difference is:
Some people let him take up too much space.