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Jul 2013
my ghosts,
they turn to me in the night
they hold my hand when i am alone
they know my secrets
i cannot go on knowing my ghosts will forever hurt me

i need to separate myself from them
but they have become a part of my soul
little bear
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little bear  Arizona
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   maybella snow and Claire R
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