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Watching as everything seems to slow down My smile is printed upon my forced face The loud roars and conversations turn into a babble Sitting in the corner, rubbing my thumb over my beer Am I naturally in this excluded bubble, Or did I place myself here?
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:55 AM UTC
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Watching as everything seems to slow down My smile is printed upon my forced face The loud roars and conversations turn into a babble Sitting in the corner, rubbing my thumb over my beer Am I naturally in this excluded bubble, Or did I place myself here?
ninnys-narnia
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:55 AM UTC
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