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Born A FighterYour memory is a battle between fantasy and fiction. / See the truth is I don’t really know, / all I remember is the photograph’s depiction.
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Feb 8, 2012
My Daddy's Meant to SoarI was just a young girl, carefree and wild. / Rebellion constructed in my beating heart. / I was exploring the thick bushes, an Indiana Jones to be.
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Feb 8, 2012
What Is Life?What is life? / A question I ask. / Is it the birth of a baby?
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Feb 8, 2012
Hold OnHold on now, your time isn’t yet. / Think about all those blissful memories, / Not your past filled of regret.
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Feb 8, 2012
UntitledThe sun painted streaks of bewitching brightness across the fading sky. / Its warmth was false; a thunderstorm was threatening to break. / A lone man stood his hair in ruin, around his neck lie a loosened tie.
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Feb 8, 2012
It Snowed From My HeartIt was just another day, / one like any other; / boring and slow,
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Dec 18, 2011
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