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May 2014
It's when you reach the bottom of the hill
That you start crying
It's when you reach the top of the hill
That you stop
It is the difference between walkig along the ridge
And sliding down it
It is the cascading ripple pulling you down
That pushes you back up
Because you are down,
Not out
And dented,
Not broken.
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Lydia
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Lydia  18/F/Pennsylvania
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