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Nov 2015
Although my bones always smile happily
Sometimes my face is less than proud
I feel like I am in a wooden box
Ready to buried in six feet of cold ground
Lexie
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Lexie  22/F/Spent Out
(22/F/Spent Out)   
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   Jacob Cuadro and ryn
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