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Feb 2018
If they had seen a fierce desire for flames
and they saw that the affluence of things
was corrupted by my attack,
and I knew what patience
could be able to accomplish me,
it was permissible that my soul
was never more cruel than in the worst world
Samantha
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Samantha  18/F/Waiting for Freedom
(18/F/Waiting for Freedom)   
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