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Feb 2018
The pain, is nothing fake, and much more than most could take. The late nights, unable to sleep, leaves a wound, invisible, but deep. You know, the feelings will pass, but for now, you're just a lonely little lass. Up late at night crying, MOMMY WERE ARE YOU, MOMMY COME HOME, MOMMY I MISS YOU, I FEEL SO ALONE! But you see don't her, you don't hear her, you don't even think you know her. silence.
Nitida seekins
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Nitida seekins  13/F/tucson arizona
(13/F/tucson arizona)   
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