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Feb 2015
It's funny that I sit and imagine their comfort
When nobody wonders what I do here on the second floor
Alone , cold, beaten
My mind is swallowing my whole body and nobody even feels a thought of questioning sprawl across their spines
Nobody wonders
Nobody has the energy to linger in the thoughts of someone else
Marissa Kay
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