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What goes through my head when I'm alone. |
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As I lay here I can hear the air move around me The faint murmur of a t.v. The continious pacing in the hall As I lay here I consider Consider the laundry Consider my life Consider my choices Sometimes I think he watches me Not hating, not angry I can feel the heaviness Maybe it's not the air |
: Louise Alberto McAtee Total Displayed: 1 |