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Jan 2014
Slow and painful wins the race,
to a life full of sorrow and disgrace.

I can't go this venture alone.

Please- I beg of you,
pick up the phone.

I need your voice,
the one that smooths and calms.

I need to hear your shallow breathing,
on the end of this call.

I can't bare the thought of being alone.
Anamarie
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