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Feb 2017
we are not guided
you don't get a map

there are no instructions,
no teachers or angels,
you blaze your own trails
fall down your own holes

every step you take
will be your triumph or mistake
and it's up to you
if you bend and break

don't
blame your mother,
sister,
or brother
it was you all along
you weren't guided
Elizabeth Sommers
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Elizabeth Sommers  18/F
(18/F)   
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   Demonatachick
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