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Jan 2018
Hopes and dreams
Will bear me up
To challenge each
New dawn.
And when the sun’s
Last rays have set
I’ll shake my fist
At fate.
April
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April  19/F/Virginia
(19/F/Virginia)   
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   Shahad
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