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Aug 2014
Why do you hold on to me?
I'm such a mess,
Just set me free.
I won't be here forever so just set me free.

I'll be gone someday.
Just apart of the trees.
Maybe then you'll finally let me be.
Serenity is no longer considered peace.
Miranda Jo
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Miranda Jo
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