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Posted Dec 02 2008 9:26pm think you are reaching the top of the mountain. An unexpected storm breaks. You find yourself tossed to the ground.

Back to the shadows. Back to the corner of the bed.

Are you dying inside?


Don't tell me to be positive. Walk a mile in my wounded moccasins then you maybe you can speak.

Leave me in the corner of my room. Leave me on the floor where I struggle to breathe.

No fight left. Weak at the seams. After five years, My. Heart. Just. Broke...

All I can do is keep breathing...

Ane Brun, 'True Colors'
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