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Jul 2015
I once wrote
about my
poor
dead
girl.
I didn't capitalize anything
I didn't use punctuation
I just wrote
and made myself
and you
seem
pathetic.
You were strong
You stood tall
and
walked like thunder.
You lived
and breathed
and used your life
and your breath
to yell and sing and run away
you were brave.
You were a revolutionary.
But now
you are still
just a
poor
dead
girl.
And thats okay
I think
Kacie
Written by
Kacie  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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