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Aug 2015
i speak from a dark
place but i know light;
i've balanced on the
tightropes of esctasia
and feel the physical
support of tension
kissing my heelsβ€”yet
all i do is look beyond
the nets below and
find myself enabling
disaster before one could
ever hold me.
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