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Oct 2020
I crave death quietly;
a cotton blanket caressing me;
this life is one not meant toΒ Β 
be.

Death, I would not seek you out,
but if you asked me for a dance,
I would.
Because I know without a doubt
Death would be another chance.
Julia Rose
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Julia Rose  21/F/indianapolis
(21/F/indianapolis)   
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