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viahra233
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I was way past lost. I lost my family to a war,I lost my pets to a wildfire, I lost my hope to a jailing of my innocence and I was accused of a crime that I was 100% innocent of doing. So, despite my fallen state of being, I sat in a coffee shop, on the corner of Broadway in New York City. I had a hot chocolate instead of coffee, the winter had rolled in, snow covered the ground, I had come here seeking refuge from the cold. Holding onto my cocoa and my locket that my mother had given me when I was a little girl. It was precious to me. I missed all of my past life dearly, but it was gone and all I was gonna do was look towards the future.
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