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Sep 2017
My dear girl,
You are a castle, built into wet sand.
A beautiful structure cursed
by unfortunate circumstance.
If only you were born an hourglass instead;
Then you'd feel purpose as your sand slipped away.
But instead, your fragile foundation gets eaten day after day, with each and every passing of the ocean's hungry waves.
Chelsea
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Chelsea
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   coqueta and Zero Nine
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