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May 2016
It's me
It's always me
Blaming myself
Relentless Guilt Trips
Always failing
To see the light
At the end of an endless cylinder
A conflicted mind
A desolate plain
Among the stars
In the dark of night
Is where I cry my plight
Away from the anger
The pain and the sorrow
I know it will get better
Not to day
But maybe tomorrow
Natasha Meyer
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Natasha Meyer  44/F/South Africa
(44/F/South Africa)   
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