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Jun 2015
I've had enough
I grow weary
of having to
crawl
my way.
To be dragged
upon my knees
which are ****** and grazed
by palms which are clutching
to hopeless nothing
wishing, praying, begging
for there to be something,
anything -
more.
Cíara McNamara
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Cíara McNamara  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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