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Aug 2014
To be open.
To be free.
I let it all escape
Dripping
To the grass beneath my face
Curled up.
Knees tucked in.
A
Small.
Blue.
Thing.
Thank you to my friends who today let me just curl up and cry as they played music and ate salad and let a comforting hand rest on my back.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPkhoZzsono
Written by
Tuesday Pixie
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