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Feb 2017
The dark is warm beneath my feet

I feel like I could reach and reach

High enough so I could  meet

The sun.



I want to break free

But my fear is haunting me.

You never live till you almost die,

Sometimes you just have to try

Push out and see.

Set yourself free.

Let it be.
J Weinschrott
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J Weinschrott  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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