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May 2014
What was the purpose of difficulty?
Whoever wears the crown, I'd like to inquire them on that particular question.
And then the follow up:
Why give me so much?

I struggle to remember the reasons as to why I made the choice that I did,
And my head cannot carry this burden along with the other necessary parts of my life at the
moment.
I need the relief I deserve,
And I will fight for it as long as your arms are open.
But this might never be enough,
Your arms may have never been open to begin with.
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth  Northern Michigan
(Northern Michigan)   
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