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Apr 2014
You can feel it,
when it happens.
The strings,
they start to snap
and you begin to fall
from who you used
to be-
And closer to who
you've become.

They don't call you crazy,
not at first.
But they think it,
and you know it's true.
What they don't know
is that those who are
crazy,
don't care.
Don't care,
don't care.
Justin Phipps
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Justin Phipps  Denver
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