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May 2015
I cant be bothered cant be moved
My head has swallowed many moons
And somewhere in the black of night
I cease to be, surrender sight
So this is what it means to lose
Your mind to everything you choose
And any steadiness you had
Is in a fist of ironclad
I want to see, I want to feel
But none of this is even *real
...or is it?
Olga Valerevna
Written by
Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
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     ---, Julie Butler, --- and Megan Grace
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