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She turned fifteen
She grew quiet and loved thinking
She found friends and learning
She learned to move on
But never learned to forget, patching wounds on her own
But she lived, with words as her air
She lived and loved to repair
She will turn twenty soon
She will suffer, but she will love till there's no moon
–January 18, 2024
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