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Oct 2012
I am a dead bird
Sad to look at, yet nobody wants to remove me
It's as if they're waiting for me to be washed away into the pavement
Or eaten by a hungry animal
And over time they will see less of me
But my bones will still remain
And maybe someone will pick up my bones
Because people are strange in that way
*They want you most when there's almost nothing left...
Jacqueline Sullivan
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Jacqueline Sullivan  28/F/Massachusetts
(28/F/Massachusetts)   
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   ---, JM and Timothy
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