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Mar 2019
Blackened hues, so misconstrued.
There’s always been hope for you.
You just need to find your shoes.
I’m sorry too.
This feels like hell.
I’m nothing but a shell.
I hope you don’t dwell as you try to live a better life as well.
As I try to get out of this spell.
Jade Lima
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Jade Lima  Newmarket, Ontario
(Newmarket, Ontario)   
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