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Oct 2016
She placed herself alone in a room with her thoughts that were dark.
She danced with the demons that lived in her head and she didn't fall apart.
This girl that I once knew with eyes so blue, danced with the demons inside of her head.
She spoke with them calmly and danced with them till dawn.
So they wouldn't cry when she was dead.
Andie May ostrander
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