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Oct 2018
A girl named Hope, was in a state of despair from a glance in the mirror
at the sight of her hair.
She tumbled down the well
For all her days she fell,
she landed eventually.
It's supposed to be dark its Halloween
Written by
SoZaka  M/Seattle
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