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Apr 2016
She was the quiet type
The misunderstood type
The selfless type

Her mind reflected her structure of life
The way she would drift off during the day
In sleepless nights she would stay

More and more each day
Would she pray.
Apparicious
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Apparicious  16/F/Gastonia NC
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