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Jan 2019
the face that i make when i ugly laugh
learning to love the time i can’t get back

the new place that i get to call my home
finding empowerment doing it on my own

the whistle in my step on a brand new day
have all got me feeling some kind of way...

happier
amanda
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amanda  28/F/california
(28/F/california)   
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     Rich Hues, B and Chameleon
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