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Sep 2018
Patiently.

Waiting for your death.

Desperately.

Jumping as if you have wings.

Flying on the back of an angel.

Gracefully.

As if you're merely swimming.

Bravely.

Through a shattered window of reality.

At Peace.







But why are you still unknown?
Yeah so I wrote this a few months ago, but there's a picture of a man who lept to his death from the tower to escape the flames. Look up the falling man. The picture is absolutely chilling. He is speculated to be Johnathan Briley, but his remains were never definitively found. They were buried in the wreckage, and burned.
Lydeen
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Lydeen  17/Cis/left behind
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     Fawn, Rick and Ken Pepiton
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