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Mar 2019
The symptoms worsen
As I brace myself for words, not ready.
Even though I know the truth behind my eyes is surfacing.
Foolish I've become, to all outside myself.
I'm numb
I tolerate the pain.
I focus on the gain, such selfish ties
Hold me restrained
Back from my life
that I once was living.
rachel redwine
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rachel redwine  joplin
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