It follows like a moth to a flame.
Grasping ones chest, holding it in vain.
It spirals out of control like a staircase.
Step by step, farther down.
The feeling cannot be slain.
Chasing the days, letting them blur by.
There is nothing left to gain.
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Jacie: a full-time college student studying Biology and writing. She is a normal 19 year old, learning the rules of life, experiencing the ups and downs, and learning from her mistakes like anyone else. She understands the importance of learning, observing, and living. Here you will find a recollection of her thoughts and opinions, based on her everyday life experiences.
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