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Feb 2015
SOS
Save our souls from the panic attacks that build up in our minds when we get asked
What is your name
And we are afraid to say anything in fear of saying our own names wrong like we do not know ourselves. When in fact we have criticized every inch of our restless bodies and analyzed every corner of our reckless minds only to try and find out why people do not like us. So when you ask me what my name is I will not answer unless you are going to remember it like it was your own so at least one of us will know who I am.
Written: February 24. - 2015
Clindballe
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Clindballe  Denmark
(Denmark)   
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