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Mar 2015
Im losing myself... into the thin,
Im choosing myself…can't be near him,
im gonna fall and get buried in a bottomless hole -

he's gonna push me in,
  with his truth gem…with his open kettled whims.

what he's got is no sin,
he's gonna take me into that ******* wind.

I'm losing it again
   im not gonna win…
      if he says no, then I'll be safe again.

the sun is coming.
swim…just swim
Rachael hays
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Rachael hays  LA
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