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Jun 2014
Her smile weakens every morning.
She fights to think
And dream up
Mountains she can't find
And demons she can't fight
Fighting isn't worth it any more
Fighting isn't worth falling
Every time you fail
So she can just sit
At the base of her mountains
And run away from her demons
It's not worth fighting
For
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Lydia
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Lydia  18/F/Pennsylvania
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