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I don't know what's going on in this place that I live in People change their minds quick and painlessly and things I want to do I never get to People I miss are moving on and i am becoming a grain in a sandstorm. I am a needle in a haystack I am hard to find you might get hurt if you look. I have succumbed to this world but soon I will leave and nobody will know.
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
I Don't Know
I don't know what's going on in this place that I live in People change their minds quick and painlessly and things I want to do I never get to People I miss are moving on and i am becoming a grain in a sandstorm. I am a needle in a haystack I am hard to find you might get hurt if you look. I have succumbed to this world but soon I will leave and nobody will know.
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
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