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Mar 2013
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She fell off the side
Of the steepest cliff. 

She holds onto the edge
Hanging on for her life. 

But her arms are tired,
So tired. 

She's been holding on 
for so long now. 

Her fingers are bleeding
Just like her heart. 

She's slipping
So slowly
Oh so slowly
Dev A
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Dev A  28/F/New Jersey
(28/F/New Jersey)   
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