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2004-06-01 - Before I let go
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I am sinking in the quicksand and the only one with a branch is standing with his back to me on the edge of a cliff, not even hearing the wind howling in his ears. I keep on fighting and struggling not because I want to live, but because I want to see his eyes one last time before I let go.
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