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Mar 2016
Last Words
It gets worse with every word


The beats of my heart that are not heard


Walk away and I will sleep


And pray the lord my soul to keep
Lexie
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Lexie  22/F/Spent Out
(22/F/Spent Out)   
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   --- and Vanessa Gatley
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