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Apr 2015
i stick to the walls and people around me
like they are covered in glue and i am a fly
i spin out of control, hoping to grasp on to something real
and maybe one day i'll be washed of my sins
and be with my thoughts and stick to myself
this has no meaning nor makes sense but again, i'm posting it anyways so enjoy.
shelly
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