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Feb 2016
We get it, you're sad
So are the rest of us
Can it really be that bad?
Learn to cope or
stay
and mope.
It is no use to run from it.
But why seek comfort from it?
You left
No room for happiness.
No only sadness.
I get it,
everyone gets sad.
So know that it will pass.
Don't let it last.
Once the power is given,
there won't be any of you left.
Olivia
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Olivia  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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