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Feb 2016
I don't see the resemblemce,
to this person in the mirror.
Who plays and arrays all of my thoughts,
the voice ringing through my ears.
I don't recognize myself anymore,
I don't think I want to..
I'm in fear.
Not of who is near,
but who is it? This person.
Inside of here?
Lonely and knocking on your back door.
Tonya Cusick
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Tonya Cusick  23/F/Joplin, mo
(23/F/Joplin, mo)   
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   Samuel Hesed
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