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Laying in the bed that she made all alone – A Poem For Gabbie Hanna
Applause is not instant, and to you, that is an insult. The damsel who demands attention but does nothing to keep it, nailing names to the bottom of expensive shoes and trampling through mud, just to make sure that you stay relevant. Oh, wayward winter child, it’s all such a hardship, isn’t it? Lost in…