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Nov 2013
I'm weak and sore, but I need to move on
It is hard to keep going, but I'm almost done
I breathe to fill my lungs with air
This journey is mine and mine to bear
I am sick and feeling faint
Colors start to form and I reach out as I can paint
With them, the world is my canvas and I
Keep going, and soon I will realize
That I can keep going
I must keep going
Isabelle H Graye
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Isabelle H Graye  Planet Earth
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