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Jun 2015
I'm sliding down,
Hard.

I can't fight this hill anymore.

I try to tell them but,
They choose to ignore.

I could scream for help and still,
be alone.

When it kills me,
When I'm dead,

They'll be glad it wasn't them.
Alexis
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Alexis  30/F/Michigan
(30/F/Michigan)   
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