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Look at them noticing me, I think they finally see through the dark of me, the demon inside. I was beginning to believe I was living. Possibly breathing But I was dreaming, thinking they'd see me. They believed me deceased
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
Noticeably Deceased
Look at them noticing me, I think they finally see through the dark of me, the demon inside. I was beginning to believe I was living. Possibly breathing But I was dreaming, thinking they'd see me. They believed me deceased
BrandyNicole
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
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