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Mar 2013
I haven't picked it up in awhile,
Honestly I haven't felt the need to.
But sometimes I can hear its soft metallic voice
Singing to me.
Sometimes I can still feel my blood calling
But now it's barely there.
So now I sit here hoping,
Wishing,
Praying that I really am truly done.
Megan McCormick
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