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Dec 2014
I'm on the brink now
I promise I won't explode
But you should know
That the promises I make
Always dance around the truth
Not quite touching
You

So if you see me
At the edge of this
Just know I won't return
In a while
I need some time
Away from this
Mess


-e.r.n.
Brittle Bird
Written by
Brittle Bird  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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