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Jun 2014
There was once a time,
Bleak, desolate, and bitingly chill.
The thought of the following events
Brought upon me a voracious thrill.
As of now, my worthless life shall unfold.
I shall die in the lethal and merciless cold.
Nanna Harrow Haley Y
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Nanna Harrow Haley Y  NoplacewhereIbelong
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