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Jul 2013
Its a tidal wave of sadness. I feel it creep up. I feel it swallow me completely, blurring my vision, what I once saw as important, now a figment.
This hurt is too much to bear and with every pounding heartbreak, I can tell. I can see that the end is near. But I refuse to plummet off the edge.
I'll be stronger than I am today, tomorrow. But tomorrow the me that I was today, will be washed away, the tidal wave collecting a new captive.

(m.a)
Mae Alyson
Written by
Mae Alyson  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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   Gary Muir
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