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Oct 2015
My thoughts are like a snowball
They start off small and harmless
But sometimes they fall out of my hands
And roll down the snowy hill
And they grow and grow and grow
Until the small innocent snowball
Turns into this huge snow boulder
And consumes everything in it's path
I need to stop dropping them
nina
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nina  29/F/Vancouver
(29/F/Vancouver)   
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