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Sep 2014
why is the future so bleak, she thought to herself as she walked down the stairs. when when you manage to figure out a path you never know where that is going to go. you might have an idea but that can change as fast as the tide pulls that lose sand back to the depths of the ocean floor before you can touch it. her feet hit the last stair and she sighed. nothing was in the direction she thought it would be a year ago. yet a year ago her heart was taken and her mind was wrapped around other thoughts that did not even come into play but a few months ago. her feet led her to the coffee ***. and the day begun no matter what she felt this was a life she has to form to
written: September 15, 2011
Grace Wayne
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Grace Wayne  North Carolina
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