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Clouds are hanging from the skies. My neck is hanging from a rope.Constantly loseing air, becoming red. My heart is racing, my bodies stiff. I lose track of what is is. My bodies dead ; my spirits free . . . . of a girl what used to be. Now im free from the danger of my abusive passed. - My Poem Renee F.
Sometime its just meant to be . . .
