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Dec 2019
I’ve got no fear of letting them down
We’re already all sitting cross legged on the ground
And they’re holding me by my ankles
In the distance I see all my dead relatives
And old friends
The ghosts of people who held me by wrists
And I see them reaching out
But I’m not close enough to pull up
Raygan Emma Jane
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Raygan Emma Jane  24/F/Toronto
(24/F/Toronto)   
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