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Oct 2014
I don't know what
I want to do with
this life I've been handed down
through generations
of smiles and laughs and love.
I don't know how
I'm supposed to be
grateful for the heart
that beats in my chest each day,
when I don't know
how to use it.
I don't know when
I'm going to know these things.
I don't know a lot.
Chloe Ivy Rose Smith
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Chloe Ivy Rose Smith  21/F/Winchester
(21/F/Winchester)   
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