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Last published Sat, Aug 31, 2013
I don't know who I am.
Where I'm from.
If I have family,
or if I'm an orphan.
I only know where I used to live.
I don't know who I am.
Where I'm from.
If I have family,
or if I'm an orphan.
I only know where I used to live.
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