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Soaring through the waxwing slain One sound, one bearing None to fight the slain waxwing feign   No contortions and no appobations of collegiate youth but the mere understanding of what  it is
I Am a Scared black girl I Wonder how life will be after this generation
There are many ways that I can define me My major, my gender, or my history. Lets start simple, something easy. My major is definitive, it's Biology. I am a scientist at heart, a studier of the sea,
I am Spring, 2013 You were in a coma Accidental drug overdose I felt like I died   I am Fall, 2013 Things got better For everyone but me You see, I got worse  
Every step I take is a step towards oblivion, an unknown past, a merciless future Counting the edges of the webbed stars on my hand is no more a task than defining my future,
I remember when I was little and I had this perfect family. I remember having 4 sisters, a mom and a dad.
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