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Mar 2019
There’s toxic in the air
You can hear the footsteps
They are always lurking
For their next pray
Pulling you in
Then
Pulling you out.
Pushing you down
Pulling themselves up
Until you finally say
No
Gracie
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Gracie  F/New York
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