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Apr 2017
Frustration;
Something i haven’t found yet that continues to call.
Anxiety;
Walking up endless stairs that only shake when I move and only allow me to fall.
Desperation;
Let’s not sit around and pretend I’m not as sad as you all can’t care to think.
Peace;
The moment I realized there was nothing more I could do but hang halfway off the brink.
Restoration;
Skin tinged with spots and colors carefully healing as normal and new.
Exhaustion;
The sound as the tree finally falls in the forest everyone forgot they knew
Anna Grace
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Anna Grace  19/F/Rochester, NY
(19/F/Rochester, NY)   
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