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Dec 2012
I can hear your rejection
I can taste your disgust on my tounge
I know I am an infection
But we all get infected when we're young
Can you sense my abjection?
Can you see the resentment in my eyes?
I know I am a corruption
But we all get corrupted before we die
Robyn
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Robyn  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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