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Jun 2017
When I was three
I ran away and got lost
When I was four
I swam too far and almost drowned
When I was seven
I cursed and was reprimanded
When I was twelve
I got into a fight and bruised
When I was sixteen
I met you
For a second
I thought I would be fine
Written by
Angelica Torres
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