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Dec 2012
She sipped the bottle,
Brought it to her lips.
One more drink,
Then she'll be in bliss.

It'll **** her,
That's the point.
She hates this place,
A new life is ahead of her.

It's black,
It's over.
She's gone.
No more cruel life.
Kendra Hall
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Kendra Hall  Places
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