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She sits on her own, pondering about life. People watch her own her own; not concerning themselves about her life. But when she cries, people start to care. Funny how people start to care, when you start to crumble.
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Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC
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She sits on her own, pondering about life. People watch her own her own; not concerning themselves about her life. But when she cries, people start to care. Funny how people start to care, when you start to crumble.
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Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC
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