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Aug 2015
I'm hanging on a piece of thread as I
Carefully unravel my heart and myself.

Don't catch me just yet;
You're not ready.
Don't wait for me to fall;
I will. In the right time, you'll catch me.

I'm finally free.
A Watoot
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