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Jan 2016
Distinguised, hidden concepts in between every breath.
I don't want to know what the end will look like,
Fear is a concept of death
Everything ends,
Everyone dies.

I want to know all there is,
I wish to see more than just what's right in front of me.
I'm not sure where I want to go, but please get me out of here.
Ana Mendonca
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   Bianca Reyes
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