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Feb 2010
I feel nothing if not everything at once or not at all.
I feel big and then I feel small.
I feel Ugly and pretty.
Young and Old.
I do not know what to feel
when my hands go numb and cold.
They say it's pins and needles
but I say it's frozen time.
Maybe I'm just mad.
That is it I must be mad.
Written by
Sasha
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     Quinn, D Conors and Sabbie
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