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Apr 2015
Lying here watching the clouds go
slowly by, wondering why do I
even try??
I fight myself when boredom comes
of whether what I do is enough...
how can I fly high in the clouds
to spin out of control towards the ground.
Cayla frazier
Written by
Cayla frazier  alabama
(alabama)   
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