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Dec 2016
It's the exasperation I float on
the way I take a deep breath in
through flared nostrils
after a tiresome sigh
as the sour and almost
sweaty air fills my lungs
I am lifted
head above the water
barely staying afloat
day after day
week after week
year after year
maybe it's time I went under
Finley in Despair
Written by
Finley in Despair  Cambridgeshire, UK
(Cambridgeshire, UK)   
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   Karisa Brown
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