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Feb 2016
Thinking as I sit,
Where the hell do I fit?
I can't seem to meet
The thing that needs to be out-spit.

Things running on my mind,
Then suddenly it was a straight line.
For a moment I stood,
And for a moment I thought I understood.

It was a mistake..
It was all fake!
Then I finally understood;
Thinking too much won't help you stand up in your own shoes.
Just some random woman
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