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Jan 2015
My legs shake
And I know they will come soon
I try to let it take me
But it will not without help which i do not give
It always will come to me
Eventually but never easily
It kills me
And other things overcome me
Making me useless
Terrified
Dejected
All of this slowly kills me
Until light shines through my window
And forces me to continue this game
Zoë
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