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May 2015
somewhere in my mind it scratches through the surface.
It eats me alive inside. So how is it that*  I am  still apart of this life.
In mine,
in my criminal mind leaves me  NOT  fine.
Chosen  to keep moving closer to my heart that can still be defined.
Inclined and unaligned through my spine,
  I see the  story through my eyes and it pulls me behind.
  world  is unkind.
As  for this life
I used to fight,
and for I
  never  shined.
So It's
No, here I wine about the life of my  **corrupted minds.
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Kaitlyn A Warnken
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Kaitlyn A Warnken  West Virginia
(West Virginia)   
       Rachna Beegun, Michelle, Priyanshi Dass, ---, --- and 6 others
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