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Apr 2012
Half of what I was,
What I am.
See the broken,
Saddened smiles.
Roses wilt,
But bloom now,
Happily.

Half of
What I
See
Saddened,
Roses
But bloom
Happily.

what I was,
am.
the broken
smiles
wilt
now
Miranda Renea
Written by
Miranda Renea  25/F
(25/F)   
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