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Jul 2015
sometimes the feeling inside me
get messy like dirt
and i like to clean things
and the dirt is the feelings
this floor is my mind
all covered in dirt and little ting bugs crawl
up in my mind  mess up my mind thinking
that all this is an elution
i tried to walk on my own mess
so scared to fall into some deep ****
walking on tin cans...
i like 2 imagine i'm a whole different person
Marina Valere
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Marina Valere  trinidad
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