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Jun 2016
How come I only take on value when I take off my clothes
How is it that when I'm dancing I am also cowering inside
Where do you learn to turn back on your emotions again
I'm cold and alone and surrounded by these nameless faces
I'm cold and far from home in these distant familiar places
Confessions of a preformer.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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