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Apr 2013
We flew to close to the sun
and now we're crashing like Icarus.
We plummet to our graves
Im glad Death came to choose us.
Too long have I wanted this
to be rid or everyone and everything.
I know its jealous of me
but all our lives are nothing more then a fling.
Denver Elijah Bijlsma
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   Jenn Dylans and Katelynn Hillier
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