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May 2017
I feel as if I'm a run off sentence; not knowing what I'm trying to prove.
An empty lighter, only able to give a spark. A marker, unable to make a mark.
I often feel chronically depressed, one of the lonely; just like the rest.
Beauty in the soul, or beauty from my chest. Pick which one you'll love me for best.
Teana Miller
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