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Sep 2014
I feel like a pickle in jar.
Drowning in salty tears.
Waiting on a shelf for
someone to want me.
To drag me out of this
lonely jar and take a bite
of my tear soaked body.
I am waiting for someone
to tell the difference between
a cucumber and a pickle.
Written: September 16. - 2014
Clindballe
Written by
Clindballe  Denmark
(Denmark)   
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