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May 2014
This backpack has been sitting on my shoulders since last May.
I didn't really notice it at first, at least it bother me much.
But now it's May again and I've come to realize
it's grown quite heavy on my shoulders.
Who knew that this whole time all I had to do was just take it off.

Β Β And I'd be free.
Meagan Marie
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