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Voices yelling
Voices yelling my joy they are selling pain begins dwelling deep in my heart I cry and I weep my face like a storm every day comes with rain am I even sane I wish to travel to a happier place but yet I face an awful place called real life you would think it was nice it’s not a little so I'll fiddle with a fidget feeling fear and im still here
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Josie Weinberg
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