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Nov 2013
my thoughts run threw my brain each night like a crazy train.
each night i lay in bed,
thinking about how the stars are so noticeable but so far away,

and how the moon looks so little but is huge in its own way,

and how people can hurt such a delicate thing,
but nobody cares what people think anymore

because this world has become such a ****** up place.
Montana Bigelow
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Montana Bigelow
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   Harry J Baxter
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