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Jan 2013
Who am I
People say
While hours slip
Into days
We ignore ourselves
Time wastes away
Change is left
In the cold to lay
Money madness pain and sorrow
Crash on us quickly
Much like tomorrow.  
On the outside, we are clean
But on the inside, full of dream
Exceptance blocks us
from ourselves
Unable to unleash
What can be held
Hailey A Carlson
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Hailey A Carlson
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