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Dec 2013
We're all dying someday
and I'm done hoping it's my day every time I wake up
My sadness is not my life
I'm not living it
I'm feeling it
I'm leaving it behind, once I die
Along my anger, which I'm smashing into the ground
I will die someday
and the day I die will not be my last day
I will linger in your hearts

          I hope
Kathleen
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Kathleen  Florida
(Florida)   
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