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May 2015
Save myself, or the one I care most of?
Why is all of this so hard?
How am I to choose with no one up above?
What is my heart if it's only a shard?
There is no one to save me now.
Is it because I drew the wrong card?
I will not soil the vow.
But the stinging bite of the evils in the night
They overcome me with a terrible height
And I still save no one at the end of the night.
Hopeless Wonderland
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Hopeless Wonderland  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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   Margaret B
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