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Jun 2014
Feeling fail.
A shallow discontentment
only brought about
by the success of others.
Challenges conspire.
Everywhere I look
beauty and joy
laughing
mockingly.
My poor body,
weak and restless,
struggling to breathe
under the pressure.
Water surrounds me,
pounding in my ears,
and it is done.
Bitter Heartache
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Bitter Heartache  Spokane
(Spokane)   
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     MBishop, Lila, --- and dlp
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