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Nov 17
December creeps up on us,
and suddenly, I feel unburdened
from all I have carried this year.
No longer stuck, no longer trudging
through the days, weeks, months
I thought would never end.
Time to cleanse my soul of all
the turmoil and ties I do not
wish to carry into the new year.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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