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She's always Writing. Always in her notebook. She could be Pretty. But She never looks at People. Always her face straight. Her deep blue eyes glazed over. Always in Another World. People always Laugh and Whisper. They Don't Understand. They Don't Know.
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
That Strange Girl on The Bus.
She's always Writing. Always in her notebook. She could be Pretty. But She never looks at People. Always her face straight. Her deep blue eyes glazed over. Always in Another World. People always Laugh and Whisper. They Don't Understand. They Don't Know.
PiaKiana
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
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