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Oct 2015
I swore I heard my name
Called quietly behind
But turning to see empty space
I began to realize
Maybe it was
The quiet itself
Knowing how lonely
It is in this hell
Maybe just maybe
It called out my name
To let me know
That it feels the same
Nevermind
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Nevermind  22/F/Connecticut
(22/F/Connecticut)   
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   ---, Sara Leal and Rapunzoll
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