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I could re-title and call it 10 years later, barely getting by...My Grandma made my world. The world seemed good then. She used to tell me that the only reason she was here was to love me...NOTHING will ever be the same again
Poetry | Updated Feb 9, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2