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Dec 2014
She's the type of girl that always looked a hot mess. Smelling of cigarettes and too much regret. Lost and wandering through her life. She never feels any relief from her stress. Caught between being a child and an adult. She wishes it all would come to a halt. No, not life just all the hurt. Until then she'll continue to smoke, drink, and ***** it all away.
It makes all the sense in it's nonsense.
Glenda Lee Woodson
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Glenda Lee Woodson  East Texas
(East Texas)   
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