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Aug 2018
She fell to her knees,
In a open field all alone.
She prayed,
She cried,
She screamed.
Nobody answered,
She tried to end her life.
Life left her,
But Death loved the girl,
Death took her by the hand,
Rose her off her knees,
Breathed life back through her lips,
And he whispered
" Not Yet"
Madison
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Madison  17/F/Somewhere I dont wanna be
(17/F/Somewhere I dont wanna be)   
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     ---, JL Smith, --- and Hisham Alshaikh
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