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Lost girl


Lost girl. Born w/all senses, but to the world defenseless, offended by the lack feelings, feels like you've been a victim, a realist to some to me she's numb, I wish she could clinch this but she's at peace w/a nub, but at peace w/none, Lost girl. Sooner or later you'll be senseless. This is guerrilla warfare your still crawling in the trenches, your sleep but don't dream so what difference is a pinch this, wisdom is more then knowing I'm convinced its, the difference. If faith was a deadly weapon you wouldn't flinch if I lift this.
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