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Jun 2013
Close behind the film layer,
A lonesome creature finds happiness.

And I disappear.

I recede into my shell
Hollow for most of the may out,
You're going to have to break through my skin.

You can't reach me, I'm already gone
This time Id is in full control.
Jake Bentley
Written by
Jake Bentley  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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