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Sep 2015
Every one of you had every opportunity to see me.
I wasn't hiding,
locked away behind doors in a jail cell.
If you wanted to see me,
all you had to do was walk up the stairs.
The door was wide open.
It still is.
Annabelle Kathryn
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Annabelle Kathryn  missouri
(missouri)   
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