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Wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday I open the cabinet and pull out my mask Pull my hoodie sleeves over my arms Sling my bag over my shoulder Open the front door quietly Trudge to the bus-stop Sit in the very front Close my eyes Escape New clothes Wearing my smile No need for any sleeves Wanting my looks to be nice Skipping out the front door loudly Dancing to the bus-stop singing happily Sitting in the back with all my closest friends Open my eyes and realize again it was all a dream
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
Escape
Wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday I open the cabinet and pull out my mask Pull my hoodie sleeves over my arms Sling my bag over my shoulder Open the front door quietly Trudge to the bus-stop Sit in the very front Close my eyes Escape New clothes Wearing my smile No need for any sleeves Wanting my looks to be nice Skipping out the front door loudly Dancing to the bus-stop singing happily Sitting in the back with all my closest friends Open my eyes and realize again it was all a dream
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
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