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Sep 23
The grief swallows me like a tidal wave,
Crashing over and over, unrelenting,
It follows me everywhere I go,
With everything I do,
I feel it’s presence
Always behind me
Shrouding the path in darkness
As I take a step, I fall,
Down, down, down,
I take a breath and search for something to blame
But no matter how hard I try,
I find nothing, no face behind the mask,
And in the end I realize
There’s no one to blame
But me
Written by
Isley
44
   N and Jill
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