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Mar 2013
The blissful wind caresses my cheek, like a long lost lover.
The leaves crunch and crack under my heavy, drunken footfall.
    My head is clouded with a sense of high; feeling light-headed and weary.
Iā€™m unable to think straight; thoughts of you make me dizzy.
    However, I just walk around like the dead, unable to feel anything but the numbness in my heart.
I fall in the state of depression Iā€™m in; I feel as though I cannot go on.
    And so, I let myself drop.
Down
Down
Down
And I am lost in an ocean of forgotten souls.
Erin-Taylor
Written by
Erin-Taylor  24/F/New Jersey
(24/F/New Jersey)   
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