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Sep 2016
It has gotten to the point where being alone is my only choice
It has gotten to the point where they forgot about me
I have been here for years and now they treat me as if I am an empty shell on a crowded beach
I don't want you to try to hear the ocean in me
I want you to hear my cries while I'm being drowned
one more year to go
zoey
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zoey  New York
(New York)   
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