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May 2017
My soul has been beaten and bruised.
My soul will never truly be the same.

At the gates of heaven,
they will know the hardships I have gone through.

At the gates of hell,
they will know of the hell I have already seen.

My soul, wherever it may go,
will not be destroyed.
Β©
Stephanie
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Stephanie  19/F/Indiana
(19/F/Indiana)   
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