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Apr 2016
I think about the things
That are said to me
In quiet moments
Confided in with the belief
That it's just a simple fact
That it doesn't matter at all
I think about these things
For days and days beyond
Maybe I have
Nothing better to do
Maybe this knowledge
Connects me to you
Exchanges with strangers
Meaningless and brief
Stay on my mind
They never leave
Nevermind
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Nevermind  22/F/Connecticut
(22/F/Connecticut)   
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