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Jun 2016
Run...That's all I can feel. Flee...That's all I can hear, but it's too late.  I didn't watch my step. I fell. Now I'm stuck. And there's no one to help me up. Why did I do this?
I learned long ago not to. Not to feel. Not to open up. Not to let down my walls. Stupid. Stupid me. How could I? I knew better. But I fell anyway. And now I can't stop. I'm twisting into a hole I can't get out of. It's burying me alive. Each breath harder to breathe. Until it just stops.
His Gweniverre
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