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Nov 2014
Stones are collecting in my stomach,
weighing me down to the depths.
I won't struggle this time.
I'm just too tired.
Let the water be my air.
Let me feel it in my lungs.
Braylee Beard
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Braylee Beard  Chester, SC, USA
(Chester, SC, USA)   
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