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Oct 2015
My all wasn't enough?

It's just not fair.

I have the worst luck.

You will always be more!

Than I will ever need.

You are my solid oaken door.

Keeping me safe...

Keeping bad things out.

Locked inside a place.

Called home!

Oh to be there

Always loved, never alone.
Lexie
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Lexie  22/F/Spent Out
(22/F/Spent Out)   
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   Eiliv Advena
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