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No one
No one but me
I’m not what I was
nor wanted to be
not happy not sad
not bandaged not free
not one in a million
not one of the crowd
not quiet
not silent
nor particularly loud
I’m not one of them
and I’m not one of those
I’m not into fashion
but I do wear their clothesmy looks are quite normal
for those who can see
though shorter ...
Friday 31st January 2014 11:23 am
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