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Sep 2013
Finally, I was on the mountain.
Howling for answers no one could answer
Reaching out with my mountain scared hands
Expecting answers but receiving fear
An empty glass that is somehow always filled
Never satisfying but always relieving
Shaking with sorrow, I accept the decline
Back down the mountain of regret I climb
Chloe Cresse
Written by
Chloe Cresse  Monroe, LA
(Monroe, LA)   
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