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Nov 2010
The nostalgia eats away my surroundings.
All I'm left with are these bleeding feelings.
Is it even worth concealing?
These visions; barely audible.
Not yet invisible.
Flashback, don't look with naked eyes.
Step back & begin to despise,
that I am made from thoughtless lies.
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Grace Walker
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