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May 2014
Why is this a cruel world?
With evil, guilt and sorrow?
With monsters and demons roaming around that are living inside of us?
Why must we cut our beautiful bodies to feel alive and to cut the monsters out of us?
Do drugs to feel free and to escape the reality?
Lillieanna
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Lillieanna  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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