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Mar 2012
could you please
not give me a hand this time
i know it may be hard
but let me grow
let go of me
please
i need to make mistakes
yet you hold me close
you want whats best
to the extent
of driving ourselves mad
let go of me
please
and let me show you
that i
yes i
can take care of my wounded self
Zoe
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