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Oct 2013
You are not even part of the tree
Far from being deep rooted
Each day your soul wants to leave

Why surround yourself and live your life boxed in
No window to escape
You hear the screams from the extroverts

Nothing more
Nothing more than a sheep
Even your dreams are corrupt
Your name means nothing
Wait...
You're a clown just for laughs and giggles
Fred Kinard
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Fred Kinard
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