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May 2019
It's funny when you look back
to find out you have been erased
from the lives you thought you'd
played a role in. Who will remember
me? Did I even exist? There is no one
around me to remember I am alive. I
disappeared from the memory books,
covered up, erased.
LJW
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LJW  52/F/Baltimore
(52/F/Baltimore)   
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