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Jun 2015
If I were to lay down here
So quietly that the silence became deafening
That the cold became freezing
The hunger became starving
The air became thin...

Would you just let me lay here until the end?
Jaimee Michelle
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Jaimee Michelle  35/F/Portland
(35/F/Portland)   
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