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May 2014
Like holding on to clouds;
There's nothing there
Like tripping over your own feet
Like singing to an empty ampitheatre
Like talking when everyone has left the room
Like reaching for the stars
You can't touch
In my mind,
We're holding hands.
Please comment :)
Lydia
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Lydia  18/F/Pennsylvania
(18/F/Pennsylvania)   
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