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Comments about David Bryant
Walking slowly, she hits the floor
Her life a game. Never winning, yet keeping up with the others.
Subcumming to the thoughts of rain, parental influences.
STOP! She cried.
Pressure pushing and pushing, down with the weight of the game.
Constantly running, never finding peace of the pie
crashing, crashing, CRASHING DOWN THE PIE!
Sweat, tears and blood.
Her peace coated.