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Feb 2015
On days like tomorrow I stand on the edges of the furthest ground and breath in the air like never before.
I let my lungs do the talking and the oxygen do the kissing.
KAT COLE
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KAT COLE  Sacramento
(Sacramento)   
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     just survive somehow and ---
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