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Feb 2015
It says a lot about me
the way I stare into space
when sitting around the table
surrounded by people
trying not to notice
the feeling of being completely
alone - a feeling that sometimes
washes over me like a hurricane
It says a lot about me
the way I pretend, with a shiftly glance,
to seem okay whilst not trying to pretend at all
How I wish that someone notices, but they
never did. They never do.

(l.p)
TheBeautyOfYourWords
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   Jim Musics, AdelΓ­a, Weasel and ---
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