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Oct 2016
I fight to stand up to me, for me.
To one day uncover the bell jar.
To unlock the latch on the attic window,
and release the stale air
that drowns my thoughts
and suffocates my will.

No longer am I
to be my own iceberg.
Amanda Sharpley
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