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May 2015
Little ******* the swing, going higher and higher. Clutching the stars and holding them tighter.

Little boy in the pool, swimming harder and harder. Reaching for Harvard, hoping to go farther.

Teenage girl in the park, walking faster and faster. The words they call you like a natural disaster.

Teenage boy on the hill, thinking louder and louder. Why aren’t your family much prouder?

Dead girl in the ground, ‘accidently’ drowned.

Dead boy on the grave, who just tried to shave.
2015-05-03
apollota
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apollota  16/M/Canada
(16/M/Canada)   
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   --- and Yasmine
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