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Sep 4
Traceless,
paceless,
faceless.
Running away,
every day
I pray
to belong.
I feel so wrong
everywhere I go.
I never flow,
but get stuck.
I seem
to never find luck.
Soph
Written by
Soph  F/Germany
(F/Germany)   
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     Irelyn Thorne, Amesh and Leila adel
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