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Jul 2015
I wish it was raining,
And then maybe my confusion wouldn't be falling out of the windows.
"Be normal"
That's what I tell myself.
"Be normal"
But that doesn't help.
At least if this were a disease,
I could find a cure.
One that would make me more normal.
Chloe's Not An Angel
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Chloe's Not An Angel  20/F/UK
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