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Jun 4
Through the ice
And falling even more.
She’s down there to catch me,
But the icy shards
Are freezing my blood.

A branch sticks out in my path,
Throwing me off balance,
And now I’m no longer falling;

I’m tumbling out of control.
With no idea
How to regain control.
I remember why I used to write so much.
There was so much to write about, and so much emotion to supply the correct language.
Adrian
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Adrian  17/M/Wherever I May Roam.
(17/M/Wherever I May Roam.)   
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     gianna marie, --- and Nylee
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