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Fri, 01/02/2015 - 18:20 -- Saam_l

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Surrounded by a crowd of millions.

A lonely sould with a sack on her back.

 

Chitter chatter amongst the many,

thoughts that will never be heard.

 

Longing for a rememberance of what it used to be,

acceptance it is no longer me.

 

Bests to be a memories that will soon fade,

a old view to be washed away.

 

Future with an opportunity of a lifetime,

for nothing lasts forever it time for change.

 

A girl searching for a start in a new place.

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