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Feb 2015
Her mind was still spinning.
Still a sinning poor girl just passing through.
Walking hopeless and dead into this world full of nothing,
but a slipperiness.
Only to get for a sad kind of
desolated disaster
that's waiting for her
on the other side.
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Kaitlyn A Warnken
Written by
Kaitlyn A Warnken  West Virginia
(West Virginia)   
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