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Apr 2015
I cradle the thought of my soul deferring from my body, as if death were a newborn to be adored. as my efforts towards nurturing this ideal reach expiration, a broad emptiness conquers my internal being; and I fear I will drift through time unchanged. hear me, propellers are necessary in the water and legs on land- but I'm no ship, and I have ropes tying my born given feet to my hands.
in my opinion, overcoming the fear of your depression is the most important thing. im attempting to do just that, and this is myself putting it into words.
jaleigh flippen
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jaleigh flippen  georgia
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