Sincerely Beth
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MatureComplete Mon, Apr 9, 20188m
The day of regrets is what they called it. That day that seemed so promising. That day of beautiful sunshine that filled their faces with warmth and their minds with hope. The day the clouds ever so slightly graced across the ombre skies. Nature's beauty-deceiving it was- for no one could expect the storm that was soon to come. No one could take back what happened to Beth.
Where is she?
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