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Apr 2019
One, two, three my heart skips a beat
The begging, of my next four years, is here
So scared I could barely talk
Barely breath, wondering If I could do it
New school
New begging
New friends
I get to start over
The past doesn't matter
The present matters
the future matters
Mia Mcdaniel
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Mia Mcdaniel  18/F/285 whitman monmouth
(18/F/285 whitman monmouth)   
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