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Dangerous place

I find it strange, That without the sound of sirens, yelling, and gunshots, I manage to feel unsafe. That the sound of grasshoppers keeps me up at night. If there's absolutely nothing going on, Then something is terribly out of place because I've come to terms with the fact that the world is a dangerous place.
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logan-smith
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Dec 9, 2014
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