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May 2015
In the lightly lit path in shown by the moon
I sauntered forward to face my doom.
I walked through the pond
Shallow water swirled against my ankles.
The water that lay below splashed
With every step I took.
Every drop was something I left behind,
Something to say goodbye,
Every tear I bared.
The familiar path I once knew,
Was now the mystery of the new beginning.
Violet Smithe
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Violet Smithe  21/F
(21/F)   
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   ---, GaryFairy and Cold-Bones
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