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Oct 2013
Fatal flick of my index finger
It's too dark to investigate
Ambition creeping out of my nose
Lungs filling with paranoia
I'm left in the dark
Where am I this time
Whose head is on my shoulders
That's not my heart beating in my chest
And I
Am
Not
          Me.
emma
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emma
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