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Feb 2016
You know, I've always wondered
What type of people read these?
Are you a person who is very kindred?
Or are you constantly weak in the knees?

Maybe I'm just talking to myself again,
This place just another of my fragile delusions.
Thinking here with no real gain,
Taking to inconceivable illusions.
Written by
Holden Feldbauer  Arizona
(Arizona)   
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