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Sep 2020
I romanticize a thought:
My work is done, my constant trembling and anguish fades from my head.
All my “what if’s” have withered.
The camera slowly zooms upon my weeping face.
Laughing in an uncontrollable fit of tears.
My epic has come to its end; Joyously happy
Written by
Austin Reed  24/M/Ohio
(24/M/Ohio)   
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