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Oct 2011
I Can't.
I wasn't made for here.

I wasn't given the tools
I need to
survive here.

I don't know who I am.
I can't tell who
you see me as
who I want
you to
believe me as.

I do not belong with you.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
337
   Dawn
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