Can you figure out who I am?


but where do skeptics go?I met you when I still wondered why we don't fly off the Earth if it's spinning thousands of miles an hour.but where do skeptics go?
(You told me you would hold my hand if we ever did, and we could both see space without all of that cloud stained snow-globe glass)
We sat in your moms car and listened to the radio, making mix tapes on old cassettes, then we went outside and tore the mocha ribbons from inside the plastic case and let them loose in the wind
I didn't know why the speakers sang invisibly, borrowing from almost-forgotten folk-rockers who probably wondered if anyone was falling in love listening to their music anymore
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GOD... I know I am just a dot in this world
But have u forgotten all about me ?
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NO !!! STOP !!! U DONT WANT TO CLICK HERE ==>> [link]
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Sally, the Exiled Zombi
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