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May 2014
I am not a fiction
I am not a dusty gem which needs to be polished
I am not worth to be kept

So here I am
Publishing drafts of bleeding heart
Disgusts you enough?

I desperately want to exist
Without a name
Nor fame
Internet gets me eternal
With other infinite impersonal noises
Written by
Pea
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