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Nov 2014
i'm swirling down like the rest of the ****
I can feel myself slipping
And I'm trying so hard
To hold on
To the good

But my past
Is holding me back,
And I'm not sure
I can recover from it.

I'm drowning
In sadness and fear
Again.
no one in particular
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no one in particular  Boston
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