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Feb 2018
As we walking through the streets of New York,
I looked up I could see the big bright white snow flakes falling down apon me.
I could feel the cold fresh snow on my skin in the ice crisp air.
I could hear the crunch as people was taking foot steps in the thick layer of snow around me.
I touched the soft cold crisp layer of snow which was lay upon the bright yellow taxis all parked all along the streets of New York,
I could smell nothing. I could sense the air was fresh.

This was my birthday present right? What a lie you told.
Cruel & evil.
How could you let a fifthteen year old girl believe this?
To wake up on her birthday and ruin it.
Sick women you are.
Written by
Adele heyes  St.helens
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