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Nov 2016
Sometimes the sting is worse than the wound.
But that doesn't make it any less painful.
I don't know what i'm doing and i don't know why.
But it feels as though i'm running out of time.
Who's to say what each soul is here for.
But i feel like i've overstayed my welcome.
So i guess it's true that every living creature lives and dies alone.
Jade Lima
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Jade Lima  Newmarket, Ontario
(Newmarket, Ontario)   
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