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Mar 2016
I curl up in March 21st
Like a renegade lost at sea
finally reaching the shore

Some days it had felt
Like the waves would never stop
Like they would always be
Crashing over me
Again and again
Until I ceased to getΒ Β back up
Others were calm
Numbly floating in the currents
Letting the ocean take meΒ Β 
Too tired to fight

And every day
I thought about it
And every day
I think about it
Charlotte Emma Lewis
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Charlotte Emma Lewis  Boston
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