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Oct 2016
You cannot understand others,
Unless you know yourself.

Anxiety ridden fools,
Placed in a shelf.

Hung out to dry,
Like sundays chore.

Look deeper and see
To the core.

Misunderstood, confused lines
Of deep rooted persistence,

Give way to the mere thought
Of our excistance.

Express, then,
Underlying emotions of a simple human body,

Make being abnormal your
Second nature hobby.
Sarah Savannah
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Sarah Savannah
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