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Feb 2014
a two way mirror
i hear fists banging
on the inside of my skull
how dare i try to let myself escape.
let me suit back up in quietness
and go back to being alone
become part of the foundation
i'm here to hold you up
but no to a voice
no i'm locking
myself back up.
looking from
behind my two
way mirror.
Megan
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Megan  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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