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Mar 2014
Every other moment
I think about those times again.

Am I wrong?

Wheezing, I stand before this throne.
Curious as to my position.
Keep me alone
in my disposition.

My body curled up
I don't understand why
Who will I be one day?

With my own?
my own.
my own.

I'm frightened.
Will I act like that?


swipe.
across.
the.
face.

scared.
for.
this.
fate.

It's a choice. It is.

I hope.
Lynne
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Lynne  F/Texas
(F/Texas)   
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   Timothy and lina S
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