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Apr 2013
Not to run;
A reason to flee.
When all the world is colliding,
Where will I be standing?
I feel like I'm a piano in a sea of glancing eyes.
My voice is broken and out of place.
No where left to hide.
Samantha Elizabeth Bartle
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Samantha Elizabeth Bartle  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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