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Apr 2016
Contacts in
Yeah, I can kinda see
And people seem to be
Looking at ME
But where is the plastic
Against my nose
Against my finger
In the wind
As I try to push up
My shield against the weather
I have to blink so much more
This is defiantly

Not cool
HeatherBeth
Written by
HeatherBeth  Elizabeth City
(Elizabeth City)   
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