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Dec 2015
Breathe in
Breathe out
See a mirror
Duck down

Hold your chest
Cover your face
Tears stream down
Let them leave no trace

Your face all red?
That's just from the cold
Your bags are big?
You're just getting old

Your friends are concerned
But not as much as you
The thing to be afraid of
Is when they don't know what to do
Ann Nicole
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Ann Nicole
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   Cecil Miller
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