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Jan 2018
Walking by, you look at me
Hey hows it going you ask
I look into your eyes trying to muster the most convincing look I can
I say great
The words falling out of my mouth like the last drips of blood
Out of this cold soul because I know Iā€™m dead inside
Written by
corbin meacham  19/M/Denver
(19/M/Denver)   
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