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Sep 2014
Summer in knockng on our door, i wake up  an take a walk ,i was thinking of me just to be free,for one day i have to face monday each first day of the weak,i try to face my challanges but i just cann't benefit any thing from it.i wasted my time cryin if i stil have those who care,but how long wil it take me to me who i am.

~~~~WENDY~~~~
Written by
Wendy sara severin
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   unknown and Lexi Dvorak
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