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M Jun 2015
I think the stars
In my eyes
Have blinded me
M Jun 2015
I think I am a mockingbird
I wait for others to react
So I can match them
If I spend so much time mimicking
*What is my real personality?
M Jun 2015
My skin is a story
To be read to completion
Every page holding meaning
And every word being told
  Jun 2015 M
NV
i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.
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