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May 2013
I'm going to explode.
I'm going to combust,
But I'm proud to do such a thing!
I'm proud to be alive!

Why does it have to hurt?
Don't tell me it's choice.
There are many things we have yet to understand,
And emotions are valid.
And it's fine that I ponder and ache.
It matters.
Anastasia M
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Anastasia M  Dallas, TX
(Dallas, TX)   
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   Nick Durbin
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