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May 2020
I'm holding on, by one little strand, I don't know, if I can hold on anymore, my life slipping past my hands, so close to grab, yet so far to hold, my heart,Β Β skidding onto the floor, seeping through the boards... my life, too fragile too keep...
Kelisabet
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Kelisabet  16/F
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