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Dec 2013
Mind expanding, thought inducing, spirit growing;
my life, my heart, my soul;
this love, this pain, this slowly reducing hole.
The wounds mend, the pain still stings,
the road to recovery, redemption, & so it begins.  
This is me, this is my time to progress.
I'm not going to die, there's still pounding in my chest.
Luisa
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Luisa  NY
(NY)   
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