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May 2013
We sit in a row of four
I'm on the edge
On the outskirts
Why don't they talk to me
Until they need something
I thought we were all friends
Maybe I'm just the worthless one...
Destiny Copeland
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Destiny Copeland  23/F/MI
(23/F/MI)   
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