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Dec 2015
Foolish little girl who did not see
what the world is turning out to be,
You wanted to grow up, you wanted to see everything their is to possibly see, how foolish of you, the once happy young girl is broken and beat. crying every night in her bedroom, door locked and not a peep for she silently cry's herself to sleep.
JoAnna Smith
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JoAnna Smith  burlington,iowa
(burlington,iowa)   
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