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Mar 2015
In an empty room
Filled with water
There I fall
Letting gravity do its job
As my hair rises
So does the self hate
As body lowers
So does my hope
As the pain in my chest becomes tight
I cannot help to feel lost
The water continues to boil
Filling myself with nothing
As the pain grows
So my forgiveness
As my tears float up
So do I
Raina Cable
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Raina Cable  18/F/NYC
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