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Mar 2015
When she asked me if I was afraid. I lied and told her no.
She pressed for a reason, I responded with a, "Why should I be?"

"You don't know what it's like to die..." She whispered.
But really, I did.
Hannah Jade
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Hannah Jade  DreamLand
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