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Mar 2015
I stepped left when I should have stepped right.
It was a dance that ended my life.
in wartime, there are so many weapons designed to ****... however, in a time of Peace, nobody thought to go back and clean up after themselves... No point dancing in the sunshine after the rain when the puddles hide Death...
Helen
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