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Aug 2015
Well the walls sometimes wake me up
                                     And write my fears in red
Well the mirrors sometimes put me to sleep
                                     And tell me, "stay home today"
Well other people make my stomach turn
                                      And so does isolation.
Well I'm only ever grounded with certain people
                                        But people leave.
                           And where will I go then?
Melody Claire
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Melody Claire  Denver
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