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Mar 2019
Crashing.
Burning.
Fast.
Too fast.
No stop.
No control.
Its a disaster
A huge mess
That I can't clean
Because I don't know how.
Its a snowball
Rolling down a hill
crashing into trees
along the way
But I get through.
Somehow
I get through.
Written by
Kierstyn  14/F/New York
(14/F/New York)   
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   Jennifer DeLong
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