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Oct 2012
"Hand over the glass,"
I wish someone said.
Weak stomach, broken heart,
sick for days alone.
If these nights are spent living,
I'd rather not live at all.

When the storm settles,
it's just the eye of the hurricane.

When you can't find happiness,
everyone else does.
Danielle C
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Danielle C  NJ
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