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Jul 2014
I often talk out loud.
But it doesn't seem to bother you.
I know I talk in my sleep about
my awful past.
But it doesn't seem to bother you,
either.
I know I rant about the pain.
But that doesn't seem to bother.
After everything I do,
you listen.
You care.
You're different.
Adriean New
Written by
Adriean New  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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