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Nov 2013
So many things filling this maze they call a brain.
All they can do is call me insane.
I see inbetween the lines and peek on the underlane.

What lies beneath the surface?
The little demons that haunt,
taunt and flaunt whatever they want.

It keeps me from my sunshine..........
Why am I so **** blind?
Always the first in line and the one left behind....
Jessica Moneymaker
Written by
Jessica Moneymaker  Florida
(Florida)   
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   Jessica and Crandall Branch
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