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Jul 1
Clear the path
Of a mind so weak.
Home is near
Though I cannot see.
'Take me,please',
Pray God for ease.
Mouth shut
Outside,
As I try to speak.
Though only my thoughts
Can hear my pleas.
Now worn in exhaust,

From pain not seen.
Chelsea Quigley
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Chelsea Quigley  21/F/Waterford
(21/F/Waterford)   
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