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Nov 2012
Walked up the stairs and hanged my head.
Treated my bed like the gallows
and read a book about death.
Held my breath
and felt a song fill my chest.
Walking with the crowd to feel alone.
Walking ahead so they have someone to follow.
Silent steps, and a quiet regime.
The stars hidden in shadows chased away the day.
Socally Picter
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Socally Picter  Stay Where you are.
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