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Jan 2015
I don’t like it
when people
look at me.
I’m always afraid
that they will see
the cracks
in my soul,
and realize
that they don’t even
want me
as a shadow.
All the words that occupied my mind disappeared into the oblivion.
Ironatmosphere
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