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Sep 2013
my imagination is stuck in a rut
but i beg it to come out and play.
it'll be fun, i say,
really, it'll just make my day.

i cannot, it says,
i've fallen so deep
and i've grown so weak.
i simply cannot find a way.
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heather  26/F
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