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Mar 2017
The cold breeze hits me with many hammers of shame. It pounds my mind as I watch each car pass through these busy roads. They are all in such a hurry to get somewhere. I sit here on the edge of this rooftop - alone, listening to whispers that fill my consciousness with negatively:  Let go.
Aubree S
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Aubree S  22/F/New Jersey
(22/F/New Jersey)   
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