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Nov 2016
This great pain that hovers over my head,
that rings in my ears and has me hanging by a thread,
dares not cease until i have gone;
until the sun stops rising at what could be dawn
when what was once dust becomes dust once more,
and when what was once locked becomes an open door,
I will be free from such mortal anguish,
and on such a foul earth i will no longer languish
oh, how i cannot wait for the day
that all the voices in my head go away
Anastasia Anderson
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Anastasia Anderson  Magnolia, Tx
(Magnolia, Tx)   
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