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Mar 2014
All around me are people.
People with no faces
They don't know any better
Or any other places.
Their minds aren't theirs
They aren't who they could be
They don't know what is real
Or what is fantasy.
Those people that are out there
Not knowing what to do
Are stuck in that same spot
Hidden from the truth.
abel
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