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Dec 2012
She writes like she's mad
Though she's not, she's just abandoned
Since the day this began, several choices she's been handed
On this trek through this war, she so longs for a companion
All decisions lead to the same place
All directions will lead to his face
She's fallen in the middle of a race
And there's blood streaming down her face
Robyn
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Robyn  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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