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May 2014
so what
If my reality-
The Grainy Daze in which I survive-
Isn't what you see?
                                       I DON'T CARE
(no, I do)
What if all the images of mine
That I hopelessly entwine
Don't fit the same resolution
And it's all
Cut.
Short.
and the credits roll?
A boy once told me my problem was that I wanted to live in a movie.
M
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M  Detroit
(Detroit)   
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