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Apr 2021
Wanna move far away,
put thousands of miles between you and me.
You wouldn't even notice if I was gone,
if I hadn't called.
Hate living in a big small town,
turn the corner and hide from the crowd,
of people talking about you and how they don't want you around,
talking about you from a distance,
not knowing you can hear them,
yes, I listen.
Hate being the queen of the unpopular in a popular world.
Sometimes I just wanna rip off my skin and be,
anyone but me.
Written by
Danielle  32/F/Rockford, IL
(32/F/Rockford, IL)   
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   Druzzayne Rika
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