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Jan 2013
sometimes you just
      Don’t
want to think of it
anymore,
—you know?
but it keeps comin’,
  like you’re in an
  ocean or a toilet
or any sort of place
where you can do nothin’ but drown.    

     and it’s the same
            for all
            of us
whether we’re drowin’
or burnin’, freezn’, or bein’ crushed…
—it’s the same
ya see?

     and it keeps comin’
even when we don’t want
to think about it.
          so just let it come…
     like a stinging wave,
       or a sunburn,
           pin ******
or pressure…
  and let it go.

Because that’s how
    it is, sometimes,

for all of us.
Jamie Sue Austin
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Jamie Sue Austin
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