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Nov 2014
Listen to the whispers
Promises made
Its all that happened, all that fell
Into the never ending thought of what has soon to be taught

When every single waking breath,
Has opened up to precious death

Nothing more to voice,
This shall be his choice
To lighten up the darkest hell

End this pain
This pain
Aching pain
Miranda Mack-Jackson
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Miranda Mack-Jackson  28/F/Maine
(28/F/Maine)   
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