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Flipping  flicking  , food searching   through   the dumps Wanting   to find .....something   ..... anything   to have a munch  . Days , years ... what I can't recall is what I have .. The only thing that is torn and forced black on my back .. When I'm seen .. noses and faces twist in pain .. But I never   noticed  a thing in my little space .. It's all blank ,  my speeches ,  my appearance   is a ghost . My sanity and humanity   sank in the same boat , it seems  . I'm rejected .. A reject that's what I am With only the company   of the voice inside  my head
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Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
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Flipping  flicking  , food searching   through   the dumps Wanting   to find .....something   ..... anything   to have a munch  . Days , years ... what I can't recall is what I have .. The only thing that is torn and forced black on my back .. When I'm seen .. noses and faces twist in pain .. But I never   noticed  a thing in my little space .. It's all blank ,  my speeches ,  my appearance   is a ghost . My sanity and humanity   sank in the same boat , it seems  . I'm rejected .. A reject that's what I am With only the company   of the voice inside  my head
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Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
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