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Feb 2016
When its all too much
My fingers strain with purpose
Just holding on
My next step and another
My shoe-laces break
Just moving on

When its so much to take
My mind is a race track
Cars crashing into walls
My head ache
Banging into walls
Just trying to push through

And how can I remain
When its all too much?
How can I stay sane
In this madness?
Torin
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Torin  charlotte NC
(charlotte NC)   
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