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Apr 2014
I don't know what I am anymore,
all i do is lay on the floor,
thinking of you,
and all of the things I need to do.

I slowly slip to the next room,
and slide away down the flume,
and continuously ponder,
why I've gone yonder.
Lydia Victoria Kate
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Lydia Victoria Kate  20/F/Cornwall
(20/F/Cornwall)   
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