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Feb 2015
i have the house to myself once again.
i would always tell you when i was alone
because i hated being lonely
and although no one can hear me
i keep my thoughts under lock and key
and i keep my music through my earphones
and i keep my love to my loved one.
i sit alone in a blank room,
in an empty space
where i could do anything in the world
yet i still keep every piece and element i own to myself.
i never did like to bother anyone else.
Bethany Wooward
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Bethany Wooward  England
(England)   
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