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Oct 2015
Would you know my name
If I ran into an empty crowd?

I'm made of all these different kind of atoms
But am I still, the most unseen, phantom?

I was here
I was feared

Your mind, seems to be cleared
You don't know me

Who am I to you?
Am I still new?

You don't seem to care
So I'll just go
And just get some air...
Alejandro
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Alejandro  23/M/Houston, TX
(23/M/Houston, TX)   
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