January 7, 2013
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Every inch closer and loser
Finger tips everlastingly touching yet only energy evolves between them.

Hopeless for a brighter day she sighs trying to

Make the pain core deep go away.

Like a flounder on the sea floor she camouflages into the ground.

No real talent, nothing eye popping.

Ordinary and plain.

She hides away


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