No One
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Complete Mon, Aug 5, 2013<5 mins
"No one knows what's inside me
Because no one knows the real me"
Another dark and hollow poem, inspired by a book. Take your time to Read, Comment, Vote and Rate! Thanks everyone! ^_^
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