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Jul 2017
I must've had angels
betting the odds,
rolling the dice,
because I was born
to a world
that's colder than ice,
blessed with a heart
that refuses to fight.
I was given a light
to shine bright
through the night,
to guide those still lost,
wandering
far out of sight.
❤︎
Hannah
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Hannah  22/F/Nomad
(22/F/Nomad)   
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