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I sit here not nameless not foreign not forgotten but simply just swept aside. I hate how it feels soiled and rotten I wish I didn't know how to hide. I'm so good at fading I blend so well with the night commiserating, caught feelings in tide. I wish a harsher tone would strike my tune I wish I could reveal all my self worth to you
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
In hiding
I sit here not nameless not foreign not forgotten but simply just swept aside. I hate how it feels soiled and rotten I wish I didn't know how to hide. I'm so good at fading I blend so well with the night commiserating, caught feelings in tide. I wish a harsher tone would strike my tune I wish I could reveal all my self worth to you
rachel-redwine
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
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