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Mar 2012
Untitled
Sitting.
Here.
Alone.
Packed away.
In the forest of thoughts.
Everyone walked out.
And bad thoughts poured in.
Now.
Nothing but the memories of all people
Olivia
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Olivia
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   Carolynn
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