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Sep 2014
Somethings are so hidden in this world that we start to believe that we have to search for something that could already be there,
We are forced to believe that magic is only in movies that we pay 5 dollars to see,
We only believe in the religions our families have reflected on us since we began to breathe,
Most of us, even when we fail to admit it, stand in crowd and hate to be alone,
We are all fit into the colors we are given not the colors we seek.
I don't know about you, but when it comes to me..
I wanna break free.
Hannah Mae -Nickelle Jo
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Hannah Mae -Nickelle Jo  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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   Kyle Jacob and Zulaikha Zubir
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