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Jan 2015
Fly
struggling to let go
but i feel myself going up
i feel my hands sliding of the monkey bar
it took a lot of sweat....but its slidin
it is slidin my friend.....
The struggle and fear of my anxiety ya know the norm, i go through day to day but i'm hangin in there remebering to be fearless, but meaning to allow myself to fall and get stabbed, i may have wounds to strengthen me....i'll tell ya it's not easy, but whatever ******* happened...happened, its done, what will happen..will happen, i can't fix the past, nor the inevitable so why try...i chillin in my wooden boat with my ipad, my television, and oh hellopoetry on deck.....
Written by
Miley Cyrus  Mars
(Mars)   
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   --- and shosho Rea
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