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Submitted:Oct 18, 2011 Reads: 5 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
Who is there to listen when all they hear is bullshit?
those people we see and sometimes loathe
the populars will never stop it.
the way trees sway and music soothes
you have everything to lose.
they'll destroy you and your heart...
regardless of who you are.
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