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May 2016
my vision swims with tears;
i'm on my hands and knees,
hands ****** with broken glass
as i pick the shards
out of the spilled beer;
my body is racked with sobs -
the aching, breathless kind:
a catharsis of the unbridled emotion
i've been bottling inside;
i guess my bottle broke too
*and now i'm kneeling in the shards
Written by
Meg  In my thoughts
(In my thoughts)   
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