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Nov 2013
It kind of *****.
Sitting here…alone.
I feel like
wasted space.
Why am i even here?

Im just invading your air.
infecting it.
Im sorry.

But why did you invite me here?
Just to be nice i suppose.
The thing is you don't have to be nice to me.
im a ghost.
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Simply Lost  Down the Rabbit's Hole
(Down the Rabbit's Hole)   
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     Ann M Johnson and Emma
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