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Feb 2014
My eyes burn as my heart shatters,
my head clouds and nothing matters.
I can't feel my legs from running too fast,
these lungs are dying; they will not last.
I hear your pounding steps coming near,
you persuade me that I have nothing to fear.
I slow, turning to your extending arm,
so I take your hand and am met with harm
Mitchie
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Mitchie  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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