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Sep 2013
It's an insatiable need for human contact
When I find myself hating solitude
I mean, not simply being alone in a room
Alone at heart
My soul longs for comfort
Instead of having the courage to speak up
I fake smiles
Hoping to eventually fool myself
Killing the inner pessimist
Feeling happy. Really happy.
Erica Winter
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Erica Winter  Maryland
(Maryland)   
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   Timothy, Lizabeth, --- and Nat Lipstadt
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