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Dec 2017
Looking people across
Walking barefoot on the grass
Not asleep, not awake
They only run through the fake
Inside and out are the same
They're searching for the fame
But I sat on my bench
Resting on the deck
Wish to touch my soul softly
Missing my friends mostly
Parastoo Abbaszadeh
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Parastoo Abbaszadeh  21/Two-Spirit/Urmia
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