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Apr 2017
It hangs above my head as though a chandelier anticipating its collapse. And at every moment of my life that I believe I may have moved  from underneath it, my thoughts are brought back under its grasp to serve my constant fear.
Hailey
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Hailey  17/F/USA
(17/F/USA)   
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