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Jan 2015
I **** at living
imaginary weights pull me down
hold me prisoner
it's s hard to leave my own bed

I **** at leaving
it's like i'm standing at the station
watching trains go by
not knowing how to get in

I stuck at staying
my mind wanders of
creates enough distance to be
alone
Written by
Corina
278
   Daniel Tabone, --- and Azaria
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