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Originally a spoken word poetry. It talks about a smart kid who graduated as valedictorian in elementary. However, her family never cared about any of it at all. She tried her very best to stick on track but she was introduced to alcohol, cigarette, and illegal drugs. Until there came a time, she was put to jail. And there, she died. This is a letter she wrote for you to read and to start caring for the ones you truly care for no time is guaranteed to man. You should always make your family feel the love from within.
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