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I can be surrounded by people yet feel utterly alone. Isn't it weird how our heart slowly turn to stone? You wanna know about me then just ask. But please, don't ask of my checkered past. I have things I want to hide. Like memories and feelings I keep inside. Just ask me yourself, and I'll tell you all I think you need to know. And with the end of this poem I too have to go.
-original from the mind of K.R.M You want a piece of me???? It seems like everyone does now-a-days. Well, come rip some off, and we'll see how far you get with it......
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