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Sep 2013
Sometimes my words don't make sense
Like when I try to explain
How I've been dead for 2 years
Or when I try to say
That lately I've been drowning
In a sea full of darkness
Talking has never been
One of my talents
So I keep quiet
I observe
I wait
I wonder
MD
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