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Sep 8
When Pluto was left out,
she grew sad and cold.
When Pluto was picked on,
she grew smaller.
I spread around warmth and
welcoming smiles
because I too know
what it's like to be
cold and sad.
to not be able to smile.
Maya Fields
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Maya Fields  15/F/Arkansas
(15/F/Arkansas)   
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