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Jan 2020
If I get lost riding a train of thought,
Please don't come looking for me.
I won't want to be found.
And if you see me struggle to swim
In a sea of words, it's okay.
Let me drown.
Here and now, I promise
I'll come back to you someday.
But for now, I need to get away.
Written by
Zack Ripley  29/M/14487
     Xoe, Khoi, Samantha Cunha, sheila sharpe and Juneau
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