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Apr 2014
My headphones on,
music as high as it will go.
People staring,
saying things,
I no longer wish to know.
Pointing at my collar,
and the writing on my shoes,
not taking a hint,
or a stupid clue.
I don't want there attention,
or piercing eyes,
not there judgement,
followed by some lies.
So take the hint,
with my headphones on,
no one will notice me,
and life will go on.
Nameless
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Nameless  martin, TN
(martin, TN)   
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