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Feb 2017
I laugh, I love, I cry
You do not see me
I live, I hurt, I die
You do not care
I make, I shape, I create
You have your amusements
I hope, I pray, I wait
You like things nice and neat
I am far away, I am pushed away, I am
Ignored
Written by
James Scanlan  20/M/American Samoa
(20/M/American Samoa)   
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