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my mother always told me i was a different kind of smart the street kind the deep kind that saw the world as art understanding and perceptive sharp and young and bold determined and protective never doing what they're told a wild spirit an intellect with too many modest bones a beautiful magnificent gem hidden beneath stones
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Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
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my mother always told me i was a different kind of smart the street kind the deep kind that saw the world as art understanding and perceptive sharp and young and bold determined and protective never doing what they're told a wild spirit an intellect with too many modest bones a beautiful magnificent gem hidden beneath stones
kaitlyn-joy
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Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
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