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Mar 2015
The masses whirl
My head spins with all the colours
The reds the blues
Everyone smiling and happy
And yet I feel alone.
The masses don't touch me
And I don't touch them
I keep to myself
And they pretend I am not here.
I will never be a member of the masses
I am too withdrawn.
Hannah Lorrelle
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Hannah Lorrelle  United States
(United States)   
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