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Jan 2015
There are times, like now where I think to myself, why can't I feel like this all the time.
I'm with friends who actually care, but I only see them once a week on Sunday...
I'm so lost in this world full of souls who are just like me.
I want to be noticed.
I want to be loved.
**Can't anyone see that?
Caitlin
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Caitlin  America
(America)   
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       ---, South by Southwest, Timothy and Poppy
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