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Feb 2016
How am I expected to be okay
When you all tell me that there's something wrong with me?
How do i look for a solution,
When the problem in itself is blinding?
I'm stuck on the inside with no key
I can't open this door alone
So I guess, I'll never be free.
Anastasia Anderson
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Anastasia Anderson  Magnolia, Tx
(Magnolia, Tx)   
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   Bianca Reyes
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