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Sep 2013
It's like being ****** to the bottom
while looking way up to the top
It's like you can see when you're blind
while deaf ears read another's mind
You feel it even when it's not there
only because you believe it's somewhere
I'm sad to be happy, and happy to be sad
All of my good blends with all of my bad
I had to get lost before I'll be found
have to go backwards before I can turn around
IllythiaRose
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IllythiaRose  new york city
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