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Dec 2016
My moods are most confusing
Viewed from the outside
Borne aloft on potent waves
Of Emotion's tides

I struggle against the current
Surrender all control
Drowning in the waters
As the cold enters my soul

My moods must be confusing
And it must be cruel to see
A soul become a captive
To pain and misery
Megan Sherman
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Megan Sherman
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   ---, Doug Potter and Lora Lee
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