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Feb 2016
I don't want to think.
It's too much.

I don't want to talk.
It's too much.

I don't want to breathe.
It's too much.

I don't want to walk.
It's too much.

I don't want to write.
It's too much.

I don't want to read.
It's too much.



I don't want to be here.
It's too much.
Kathy Dehaven
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Kathy Dehaven
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