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Oct 2018
It's 11pm and I'm walking down those well lit streets.
I'm not sure where I'm going, I'm not sure where i want to be.
I just know that where I'm going will feel better then where i was before.
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Nyssa
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     Miranda Martinez-Perez, Emily and ---
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