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I am itching, growing out of my skin and your expectations of me. I am walking along city streets lined with disappointed looks and littered with broken dreams, shattered in pieces like mirrors that reflect what never could have been.
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Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 9:55 AM UTC
itching
I am itching, growing out of my skin and your expectations of me. I am walking along city streets lined with disappointed looks and littered with broken dreams, shattered in pieces like mirrors that reflect what never could have been.
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Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 9:55 AM UTC
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