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By courtney Date: 2002 Jan 01 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.01.13.47.13121]] |
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Here we go again or maybe not sometimes I yearn for this to fall off me like water when the thoughts still catch in my throat choking my breath that part of me has died grown frail and bitter from the hurricane you made in my mind I've climbed this rope too many times to be pushed to the bottom my hands may break from the strain again- as they are weak from holding something lost to the dark |