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She was like the wheel- mind always turning with a strong grip on reality. Eager to reinvent herself.
Maybe it's a second Maybe it's a teeny tiny eensy weensey little time That you don't know where you are Or where you're going In a vehicle only you can stop Capable of killing Capable of saving
LIFE pushes you in new places not askin you but forcin you to partake left my friends- the heartache nontheless you move on   glided into junior year studied hard with my peers
A counter clockwise circle With colorful lights of flair A sky with stars that twinkle Where I often don’t have a care The wind is soft and cool The moon becomes my only friend
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