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Daily stuggles. Doing well. Short and concise.
Submitted:Dec 13, 2006 Reads: 119 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
As days go by
I've managed without
A masterful craft
Filled with doubt
As much as I'd like
To return to be
A person to her
That mattered only to me
At least now I know
My senses are alive
And can strengthen
With time
The harder I strive
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