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Mar 2014
Stood at the brink of a cliff, morning air surround and fill.
Make me feel small again. I’m too big, too big inside my skin.

The ocean is just an end. Dead end, Dark end.
Deeper than despair and just as feared,
Last breaths and friendships.
All are ends.

I’m never ready so,
Take me to the sky.
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