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Oct 2016
ladders
One step up
From this awful place

At the top
I can see your loving face

What about between the steps?
that empty space

It's quite like my freedom
Non existent

I keep climbing even though I should stop
But I just need to get to the
**top
Olivia A Keaton
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Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
(16/F/West Virginia)   
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