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Mar 2018
Northeast tower,
West side,
Top window,
Back room,
Left corner,
Under the bed,
Trapped in my own mind.

Come rescue me.
When he found me, he pick me up and held me.
I know I am starting to love you,
Honesteyes.
Aeya Jean Johnson
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Aeya Jean Johnson  Sipping Cocoa in the Rain
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