By cathy nethercutt
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Trapped between this world and the next,
Yet a prisoner of the past…
Struggling to stay above the ebb,
I’m mired in memories, sinking fast.
How does one leave it all behind,
And yet spare others of this pain?
So here I tread, forever caught,
Still holding to this bygone chain.
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