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Mar 2014
We all walk around,
pretending we're
fine,
happy,
comfortable.
Isn't it funny how we all feel the same,
yet assume we're all so different?

We all walk around,
judging each other
about how different we are,
how individual we are,
when truly, we are one.
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Unknown  Cincinnati, OH
(Cincinnati, OH)   
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     ---, suherini and Cece G
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