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Feb 2014
I'm always telling who I am
about who I was
and to be her again.

She was happy
on the inside.
The sickness in her mind
was even deeper.

Wasn't real yet, till I fed it.
now, too late to change
- it tells me so.
It tells me I'm a keeper

here in my sickness
and I wonder still
oh, why can't I be her again?
this is really a huge mess. ummmm.... i like it.
Oliver Twist
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Oliver Twist  San Antonio, Texas
(San Antonio, Texas)   
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