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Jun 2014
I’m winding a trail through the woods while you sleep.
Listening to your family weep.
Cause all this stress had made me weary.
Though life is quiet dreary, I’ll never make it
Without my Hansel and Gretel crumbs.
Inspired by a book I read recently. (Being friends with boys by Terra Elan McVoy)
Emily Joyce
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Emily Joyce  21/F/Maine
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