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Aug 2014
back then i didn't think that i could ever make amends
with the way that life was going
it was never going to end
a piece of glass was lodged inside a soft and gentle hand
you never held mine like you held her
i assumed it was the glass that had me ******
netanya janel
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netanya janel  27/F/phx, az
(27/F/phx, az)   
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