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May 2014
The breath gets kicked out of me,
I no longer have access to my lungs,
My thighs burn,
But I keep pushing,
Pushing out the thoughts,
Memories,
Running away from my past,
Wich cannot be won by me.
Zalea
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Zalea
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   Danielle B and ---
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