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Mar 2014
The cloud settled over me
Darkened by the night
It's dark cold hands holding me down
I feel the air escape my lungs
I try to catch my breath
But the darkness, the clouds, push me down
It's hands reach out and push me under
I feel light; lack of air causing dizziness
This darkness is winning; I'm losing
I know I can't win, I let go


The end!
Written by
Brook Lynne  NORTH DAKOTA
(NORTH DAKOTA)   
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   Stephanie Lynn and Nikki
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