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Jun 2015
Watching as everything seems to slow down
My smile is printed upon my forced face
The loud roars and conversations turn into a babble
Sitting in the corner, rubbing my thumb over my beer
Am I  naturally in this excluded bubble,
Or did I place myself here?
Ninny's Narnia
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Ninny's Narnia
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