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Is it too late to let go?

A strange wind tells me                                                                   its time to open my hands & let go. A stranger rain tells me                                                                                          Howl together. A strange lightning strikes me                              I Howl with a knowing that ...                                                                  ....I should've let go just a second ago.
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Written by
ceida-uilyc
25 / F
Published
Jun 11, 2016
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How decayed is my inner soul?

Yours Sadly Sessions

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