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All of my days are the same
sadness, gloom, and haze ridicule of the worst kind done in secret not clear to the mind. Just one touch. Exoctic faces I never seen before, sneering, hateful faces only looking just looking and waiting waiting, waiting ,waiting. Just one touch. The only time I see a hint of a smile is when they break out in laughter laughing at me, in my face in my space. Just one touch. Sometimes I just want it to go away, but it doesn't. They say they're here to stay If we don't get you today, then tommorow or another day. Just one touch. Just one touch of his love will make it all go away. By PNJL
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