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May 2014
"She's so full of life" my teacher said.
So why do I wish I was dead.
"She's extremely bold"
My neighbor says, so why is my heart so cold.
"Her eyes are so pure" my mother says but I'm not quite sure.
I've seen evil and instead of fighting it, I became it.
I don't want to go to therapy
Reagan Kulka
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Reagan Kulka  In the clouds
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