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Oct 2013
What is it?
What can it be?
Do i have a choice?
Will i ever be able to see?
Afraid of what i might find,
or what i may not.
My mind is blinding me from this spot.
"This spot" are those the right words to use?
It's more like everything.
To some maybe not.
To others why waste the time.
To me it's just....
TICK ,TICK, ticking away.
If time dosent exsist,
How do i?
Becca DeMateo
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Becca DeMateo  25/F/Salisbury, NC
(25/F/Salisbury, NC)   
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