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Oct 2020
On the outside,
I've never fitted in.
It's like I'm alright,
But there's a violin,
Playing in the background.
Why doesn't my voice,
Make a sound?
Why is everyone,
Never around?
Max Vale
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Max Vale  M/Somewhere
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