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Apr 2013
I could walk in there naked
but they still wouldn't look.
set myself on fire
I'd still go amiss.
walk in with a gun they would probably
laugh in my face.
I want to scream.
I can dance like know one is watching because no one is.
In a club with all these people
but I may as well be here on my own.
I could shave all my hair off paint myself green walk in and go amiss
I once read a famous quote that said to be perceived is to exist
so where does that leave me?
simonne
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