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Jun 2017
pride was her weakness
but then pride caught fire
now her pride is burned

pride was her weakness
but then pride grew tired
now her pride is yearned

pride was a relic of her insanity
her pride, her vanity
hit with reality
she is no longer proud.
Pride - a deadly sin.
Roisin
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Roisin  16/F/Ireland
(16/F/Ireland)   
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