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May 2014
sea
but the wind on the ocean isn't always lovely
and i think thats where i get it from
im stuck between being big and open
like that endless sea
but the problem is
its dangerous and full of untold stories of "im sorry"
walking with my head high but only
because im full of shame
does that even make sense anymore?
do you know what im trying to say?
help me
before its just too late
Sloane McManemy
Written by
Sloane McManemy  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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   Francie Lynch and ChloΓ©
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