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Jul 2013
I need a new job in a new city,
with a new name and new home,
i need to pack up my bags and run,
i'd be far from here before it was noticed i was gone.

   I would pay money for a lobotomy
i need a new perspective on life,
is there a paper with boxes
where i get to place a check mark for the personality id like?

   And no im not happy
so id prefer not to smile,
yes im a ***** with the mentality of a child.

   I dont belong here
with you or with them,
but i wont tell anyone,
ill just pretend.
Romona Hardy
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