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As if the world were round he drifts floats around no ties not attatched even to his body he's too high up above it all in others' eyes he seems unaware that he's all alone that he isn't cared for, that the day he dies will be a day and nothing more but he does know is all too aware that he isn't loved, that he is a living ghost of sorts kind of an alien, really it's shocking to look into his eyes and see the tragedy of one pretending that they don't care.
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Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 9:15 PM UTC
Drifter
As if the world were round he drifts floats around no ties not attatched even to his body he's too high up above it all in others' eyes he seems unaware that he's all alone that he isn't cared for, that the day he dies will be a day and nothing more but he does know is all too aware that he isn't loved, that he is a living ghost of sorts kind of an alien, really it's shocking to look into his eyes and see the tragedy of one pretending that they don't care.
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Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 9:15 PM UTC
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