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Mar 2012
Rising while falling,
slowly yet fast.
This feeling,
having a blast.
Watching through the glass.

Losing my mind,
lost in time.
Never to find,
all that I have tried.

Coming through,
pushing to see you.
Not seeing,
going blind.
Nothing inside.

Out of the darkness,
comes light,
finding it is hard.
Losing it now.
Nicole Williamson
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