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Feb 2015
call me something outside
outside of myself
beyond these walls
lined with my past
my tears and fears papering the ghost underneath them
call me something outside
and let the inside fade away
we can make it fake and flawless
this person i will become
call me something outside
forget where i was born
that i've been born
take me outside
let me see the dawn
Written on half an index card.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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