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Dec 2014
I dip my finger in the still water
the ripples move away like pulses

I step foot into a room
the people drift away from me like I'm diseased

I call out your name and can barely wave
'till you see me and flee
**** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** **** ****.
This is bad. Whatever.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  26/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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