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Jun 2015
looking past my pain,
I like the rain.
my hatred is gone,
so,
so long
I hope I won't miss you,
because away I flew
into the air,
drifting,
floating,
not fading away,
so  you don't have to stay
with me because I can do this on my own,
with my  crown being shown
light now fulfills my dreams,
nothing terrible I wish among me,
at least not anymore,
as I stare at the floor,
the creaks in the wood,
I thought I never could.
{in treatment/recovery}
Nicole
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Nicole
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