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Jun 2016
If I could speak with the old me
The first thing I would do is give her a hug
No one understands her pain like I do
I would dry her eyes full with tears
She has cried enough due to pain
Only tears that should be shed are of happiness
I would tell her to watch out for a certain guy
He caused a lot of unwanted problems
But she'll make it through
Finally, I would tell her to hold her head up high, her shoulders back
A queen wouldn't want her crown to slip
It's the new and improved me writing this to my former self
Ariana Robinson
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Ariana Robinson  23/F/Birmingham, Alabama
(23/F/Birmingham, Alabama)   
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