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Aug 2018
Sometimes I carry the world on my shoulder, I keep trying to understand Everything from the Nothing it gives me. But because the nothing comes in such a beautiful wrapper I keep tearing at it! my sanity on edge! I keep searching for what is in what can never be.
Mary-claire
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Mary-claire  19/F/neverland.
(19/F/neverland.)   
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