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Jan 2013
I
I can't handle all this sadness!
This never-ending pressure laps at my being
I can't handle this affection
It eats me alive
Nothing is sane
When everything makes you want to cry

II**
the music plays and tears begin
but I have my bearings once again
the emotion rolls waves on my frame
I can breathe
just sobs and listens to The Smiths
Erica O
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Erica O  Land of Dawn and Shrapnel
(Land of Dawn and Shrapnel)   
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