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Aug 2014
The shake,
It's pain you see,
Holding me back,
From breaking free.

I carry it,
Traveling with it so,
My shine fades,
A single glow.

I worry now,
I may not survive.
But my life if young,
I have yet to arrive.
For aren't we all troubled
Mooseman55
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     Mooseman55 and John Stevens
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