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Apr 2016
Her thoughts are dragging at her feet,
urging her to slip beneath,
She's losing all strength and
the will to resist, so she
can't help but think


"**** it, I must submit."
Ana Sweeney
Written by
Ana Sweeney  24/F/Ireland
(24/F/Ireland)   
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