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Jun 2015
How did Atlas do it?
Hold the world on his shoulders
I can barely lift my head
With the thoughts in my mind
Like lead weights
Dragging me deeper into oceans
That will never see the light
I can take my coffee black
And sit in the brazen sun
But the nightmares still come
They still come
Georgia Marginson-Swart
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Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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