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Jan 2011
Neon lights burned bright outside the bar.

Standing in their glow, she smoked her last cigarette.

With each exhale, she let go of a dream she knew she would never achieve.

.....

Is this what you want to read?
I'm sorry that I won't write that way, just because you say it's better.

Go **** yourselves.
Written by
Elizabeth Holt
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   michelle reicks
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