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Jun 2013
i'm sad
i'm numb
i'm consumed
i get up
and i feel worse than before
i'm not drowning
just to firmly rooted
in my own melancholy
that i can't imagine
moving
Written by
Elizabeth Rowan
335
   vane and Loren W Ebeling Esq
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