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Apr 2018
We all end one day. But we don't know how. Death is a scary thought, but yet it is so comforting. Why can't I have the guts to be true to myself. I can't live the way I wish. I live with death all around me. I can't go on any more. So now is my time to pass to see all of the others past.
Amy Duckworth
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Amy Duckworth  14/F
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