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    At fell of dark, when children sleep, I tortured college-lined notebooks with incontinent feels.  Brain-flooding at dark was inevitable after that
hello up there is it true that you can see everything we do what you really mean to me?  
Sarah had a little lamb,guarded in pink meadows.A young forebearer, no doubt.A deserted motherseeking to conquer the cosmos.
Eyes of grey crystal,
  How can a box so small Hold an entire person? How can it hold 3 months Of memories, happiness and life?   Holding Amelia  On the bed with mom at the hospital
Baby Mine, why didn't you cry When you felt them carry you away from me? Why didn't you stay beside me And hold me hard to this cruel world?
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