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Feb 2011
I thought for a sceond people didn't understand me.
Because, I kept hearing what?

Within minutes they was upsetting me.
When they kept repeating, what?

Never this or even that.
I might accepted a who?
I just realize with this what phase.
I was becoming a fool.

When I requested information.
It would start again.
I was beginning to think that what?
Would soonΒ Β be my best saying.

Never why or even how?
Did I ever hear spoken toward me?

They just kept saying what?
Wthout realizingΒ Β  that I just wanted my glasses to read.
Jeffrey Conyers control all rights.- From See Me(And Not My Race)
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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