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Nov 2015
falling on my face seems ideal
although my head will succumb to the pain from the hit
short and painful for the time being--
but this time away from you has no telling when the pain will seep away from my bones
each and every day another breaks
from the pressure of trying to be something good enough for you
Madeline Frosh
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Madeline Frosh  NYC
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