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Dec 2012
The words write themselves on the inside of my lids.
Their sharp slants jab my eyes and force me to open them,
Force me to glare at the world.

I remember now why I am.
I remember why I should live.
But I also remember why I wanted to die.
Alexandra of Old
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Alexandra of Old
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   Valora Brave and Sammi
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