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Nov 2014
Does your head feel it physically.. the lack of breathing from thoughts that rise and fall over the ***? Do your hands feel unused, marks from the pencil that you used in school? Does your heart never get visitors, because the people that have tried have died from the change in weather.

The illness started from your head, to your toes.
You are now dead, and we are foes.
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Kaitlyn Marie
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Kaitlyn Marie  F/Upper Midwest
(F/Upper Midwest)   
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