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Mar 2010
Am I asking for more
While I writhe on the floor
This **** ain't real
Layer by layer I peel
The inside exposed
Doors and windows closed
Losing my passion
For this action
Slowly falling out
Feeling more doubt
In myself
So I'll stay on your shelf
Collecting dust
Written by
Rachael
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