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Nov 2013
At almost 18 I'm alone and it's shone in the empty rooms now taunting me.
There is no one left to help me through.
I've used up all my favors and tricked my last with no treat in sight.
Now I stand no one in hand, loosing grip and forgetting the tip of every thought ever shared with me.
I'm forced to fight without a friend in sight , but if I lose just remember you knew this war was winning and I was sinking and did nothing but egg it on.
Sick, goodbye, friends, birthday, thoughts,
Elizabeth mikol
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Elizabeth mikol  Wonderland
(Wonderland)   
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