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Aug 2015
A fear of rejection
Because you believe during further inspection
That there is nothing more
In you just a shallow shore
You pass by everyday
With a swirling heap of gray
Hoping, praying that you’ll find
A person similar to your peace of mind
And you think
Every time you go to your shrink
With 7 billion souls
Your chances have some type of control
And that leaves you
Into a state askew
Just standing back
Looking through a mirror what you lack
Written by
Brandon Amberger  26/M/New York
(26/M/New York)   
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