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The people that sit in the back of the room, that don't want to be known. The people that wear long sleeves, that don't want she scars the be shown. The people that sit alone at lunch, that looks down and mess with their phone. The people that get lost in their thoughts, that sit there and groan. The people that want to be skinny, that want to nothing but skin and bones. The people that worry about their body, that want to be that 'perfect tone'. The people that cry and want to die, that no one can put them in their happy zone. ~sf/jd
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Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC
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The people that sit in the back of the room, that don't want to be known. The people that wear long sleeves, that don't want she scars the be shown. The people that sit alone at lunch, that looks down and mess with their phone. The people that get lost in their thoughts, that sit there and groan. The people that want to be skinny, that want to nothing but skin and bones. The people that worry about their body, that want to be that 'perfect tone'. The people that cry and want to die, that no one can put them in their happy zone. ~sf/jd
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Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC
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