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Nov 2012
I stand
I see
I look around at what could be
So many possibilities, options
I just want to flee.

I stand
I see
Torn between the possibilities
Knowing someone will always get hurt
I just want to flee.

I stand
I see
The tears and the happiness
Of what I’ve done and yet to do
I just want to flee.

I stand
I see
Torn
I stand
I see
I know I can never flee.
Mary Stanworth
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Mary Stanworth
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