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Oct 2018
Off to the side you stand with glee. To watch as I run but there's no one that follows me. A whistle. A whip. "You will catch up to me!", She screams from side. A breath that says; "I just want to be free." Of this race for life, which is far beyond anything at all, that it was ever meant to be.
Crystal Bilbray
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Crystal Bilbray  29/F/Las Vegas
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