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Aug 2017
Her bare feet beneath her...
Walking slowly through darkness.
Her heart is black from pain.
There is no happiness.

She is lost.
She is going through grief.
A pain that is slow and painful.
Dark clouds surround her beneath.

She hopes the sun will shine soon...
Adding color once again to her life.
Grief is never easy...
But the sun will come bright.
Grief forest. 1 year ago
Crystal Freda
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Crystal Freda  25/F/Louisiana
(25/F/Louisiana)   
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