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Feb 2018
Everywhere i look, i see my past.
Everywhere i go i am trapped in this dark tunnel and it is endless.
Everyday i am awakened, my mind seems to find a light in all of the darkness; hope.
It is hope.
But the light is crushed by a swarm of despair.
Despair, my dear, of my many enemies.
Would you be so dear? Cut these chains,
I am your prisoner.
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leslie estefania
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leslie estefania  18/F/Beaver dam, wi
(18/F/Beaver dam, wi)   
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