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Apr 2018
Why are the good things so hard to remember?
Why do my memories fall away and turn into December?
Why was I born in the frozen month?
On a day of celebration all around the world.
Why do the stars say I'm the chosen one?
When my fears tell me I am nothing more than a little girl.
A Bryan
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A Bryan  26/F/Richmond, Virginia
(26/F/Richmond, Virginia)   
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