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Sep 2015
the young girl,
who's tears stained her cheeks
every night for half a decade,
and is haunted by ghosts of false-hope
and another person's greed,
is turning seventeen.
she has grown,
so much that the scarsΒ Β have begun to fade,
and looking around, she realized life
is bad, but she can make it worth
living.

so, instead of letting the hauntings
take her under at night,
at seventeen she got a camera,
and decided that
i will keep moments that make me realize
life doesnt ****
*and take them to my grave
my depression is fading, but it is still present. and always will be.
happy 17th birthday to me. 6 years ago i never
would have thought i would make it this far.
willow martz
Written by
willow martz  the tall pine out back.
(the tall pine out back.)   
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   Halsea Callis
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