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Apr 2013
It started rising up in me like a hot air balloon.
The anguish started stirring my stomach around,
As I began to cease my thoughts,
all the guilt in me rose to the surface,
And all the pain I had caused could never be taken back.
Anna McElroy
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Anna McElroy
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