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Dec 2015
Birth. Life. Death.
Everything comes to an end.
Seasons change, people go.
Gone will be the days of breathing.

Before this time shall come
What have you sown?
What will you leave
When it's time to go?
I **** bleh
Madeleine
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Madeleine
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