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Jan 28
Each day brings it closer.
Started as a whisper.
Moaning to a living known.
A struggle to face.
A fight that can not be won.
Yet belief in delay.
So much yet to be done.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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