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She was 15 when she left for good. A one up for the death toll in the hood. Mother tried to warn her that he was no good. A fleeting moment became the end for her.  
I’m 15 and I dread waking up e
Five Hundred, Twenty-Five Thousand, Six Hundred Minutes... Times Three.   That's how long I must endure this ache in my chest.   All I want is you. Your heart. Your Love.  
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