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I have a hole in my right  breast? What can feel it? Money, tenderness, the coo of a three-month old child?   Can conversing with the cold wind, an old acquaintance
I'm that weird girl that sits in the back The quieter you are the less attention you attract Though I'm not the only one who would rather it dark At times I find those with that same unique heart  
So I walk aimlesslyWithout aim   Where did I come from?Well, that’s a trivial matter  
The world as perceived by the saddest of the sad is just a rusty radio Static Turned low, so's not to wake my neighbor. Too tired to turn it off too worn down to search for a signal. So, resigned, I sit
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