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the back room. nothing back here. one guy, poor guy--no thoughts. no feelings. but i gotta find my own voice--who's is it? huh? huh. huh. huh? huh? no one can tell me. i wish i knew. dear everyone, i give myself to you.

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andressa-leite

Brazilian

Published: May 9, 2010
LinesWords: 1343

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