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Mar 2015
What's the point of dying
If you only think of it when you're crying?
Life is hard, yes I know
And these thoughts and feelings will begin to grow
But these aren't the ways
You can't run for all your days
Life is beautiful, Death is comes for everyone
But in Death, you can't ever see the sun
For it should come naturally, too
Don't **** yourself if you don't love you for you
Allison Wonderland
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Allison Wonderland  19/F/Smallville, KS
(19/F/Smallville, KS)   
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