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May 2015
I was clutching on tattered vines
Praying fervently to all that are divine
To let it hold
Please make it hold

I was gripping tightly on my last strand of faith (I'm slipping)
Just let me hold
Let my life hold

Then you pulled at me
And I went crashing
            d
                  o
                       w
                              n
So here I am with a shattered heart, a broken soul and a tattered gown.
This is about how you're barely holding on without going mad and then yearning for some guy's love turns out to be your breaking point. It's titled Stark ***** because I wanted to write something about vulnerability and here it is.
Samantha
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Samantha
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     Irene Poole, CapsLock and Mike Essig
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