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Jun 2013
"I'd like to speak
like I'm not struggling,"
he said quietly, as if he
were the only person in
the room who cared to
hear.

"But here's the truth,
I am struggling, and
I'm fighting, and at
times, I'm drowning."
And as he looked out
the window, rain
beat against the pane,
and he felt oddly free.
M Clement
Written by
M Clement  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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