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May 2017
All it is a routine.

A routine of shining bright, then dying out.

Feeling it all, to feeling nothing.

Being everywhere, to disappearing to nowhere.

It's a dangerous, addictive routine.

It must be stopped, but alas it lives on.
5/6/2017

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Cecelia
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Cecelia  USA
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