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Apr 2013
Drown your feelings,
And strangle your sorrows,
For today is today,
And tomorrow’s tomorrow.

Push it further,
And further still,
I can’t take much more,
It’s making me ill.

Why am I like this?
A pathetic creature of woe,
Where can I run?
There’s nowhere left to go.
Izzy
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