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Sep 2013
She is beauty
She is pain
She is fire burning through veins
She is hope
She is hate
She is loveless, not believing in fate
She is heaven
She is hell
She is locked away, her mind is her cell
She is you
And she is me,
She is hero, begging to be free.
Natalie Wood
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Natalie Wood  Maine, USA
(Maine, USA)   
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