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Mar 2014
tonight
i feel on edge
both figuratively
and literally.
honestly
i can't even stand
as i lie, arms reach
to the oblivion below
those call hell.
i call it freedom
because anywhere
where the sun shines
seems to go sour at some point.
it's as if the sun itself
and life itself
are set against me
Megan
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Megan  Minnesota
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