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" Adriana, 15, Fertile, MN Clear pictures of faded memories, Images of the past becoming clearer, Happy to sad, angry to confused, Life is too complicated to read, Kind of like a flower from a seed To a rose to a weed, Then from the weed, death, But what&amp;#039;s in between? How do we get from the seed to the weed, And how can anyone make the answer clear? When you think of it, Life is a picture when we are living, Then we die, and after a person&amp;#039;s death, They become the faded memories. Complicated yet simple, Confusing yet pure, Is this making anything any clearer? As clear as the pictures, yet, As faded as the memories they hold. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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