Listening to: because all we're living in is tents
Feeling: nothing
It is now 9:20 a.m.
The weather is foggy, and grey.
they tell me my choice is to stay
and all the while
i just waited to smile
for an understanding soul
with eyes as black as coal
who would take my hand
and lead me to a land
i'd never heard of before
where there'd be pain no more.
i hate being here
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