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I must leave my old pictures in the pastNo matter how long my knees are on the floorI must say goodbyeReminisce old memoriesI never planned that one d..
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Life is a crackling, rushing river.It has rapids, the water rough and loud piling up.The sudden drops to groundJerk, frighten, and deafen.But, unbelie..
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I was drowning. As water filled my lungs. As I was slowly, repeatedly brought up and down, up and down. I was never allowed out of the water for long ..
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What would you do if you woke up and you were buried alive?
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