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Mar 2013
I remember when I would cry
Thinking of my life.
How I wouldn't make it
To sixteen.
How I'd more than likely
Die.

Now I'm almost there
Only five months
To go.
How have I survived?
How has "god" let
The devil roam?

Maybe I'm just as nonexistent
As he.
Jacquelyn Audrey Whiston
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Jacquelyn Audrey Whiston  20/F/Ohio
(20/F/Ohio)   
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