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Apr 9
Empty still, but can't sit still.
Pacing the room just to feel normal,
just to keep myself from going crazy.
I'm blending in with the crowd now
but none of these people know me.
I'm keeping busy, just steadily living,
but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't all alone.
Written by
Wyatt  22/M/South Carolina
(22/M/South Carolina)   
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