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Apr 2021
I try my hand at love again,
And it feels so painstakingly sweet.
I try my hand at love.
Again,
I pull myself out of the deep.
The waters are blue,
Like when you are near,
And I wonder,
Why I let myself die.
I try my hand at love again.
And again,
I want to cry.
Jane Smith
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