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I wait. For a sign, for anything 10%. Blankly, hopelessly Waiting. There's a certain sadness I feel growing A loneliness, that can't be cured. How little it takes but no one to give. A mind so numb and blank and so delicately damaged.
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
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I wait. For a sign, for anything 10%. Blankly, hopelessly Waiting. There's a certain sadness I feel growing A loneliness, that can't be cured. How little it takes but no one to give. A mind so numb and blank and so delicately damaged.
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
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