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Sep 2019
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today the bridge seemed like my only option,
the train tracks below and the wind, howling.

the sky ******* grey,
my mind befouling.

but i didn't jump.
;
monica
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monica  16/F/Australia
(16/F/Australia)   
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   Dennis Willis
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