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Oct 2012
Walking through life
Knowing
The straight way
Ahead
Like a blade
Straight and sharp
Cutting down the path
Bumps may come
But overcame
Every bump I passed
Continue
The path I see
The end is clear
Until a foggy haze appeared
Now wandering I find
Myself
I don't know where to go
I walk and I walk
Going everywhere
And Seeing nothing
This foggy haze
It stays
Searching and searching
For a break
Then I get it
I'm staring down a cliff.
Rosie Wisniewski
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Rosie Wisniewski  Michigan
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