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Nov 2017
I am living in a place I don't want to be
It's not a home can't you see
No laughing and no fun
If it were not for thoughts of you I would run
I sit in this room and stare at the walls
Thinking of you and my mind stalls
It's so scary to be all alone
Sometimes I feel just like a drone
To think of what I had
It makes me so frigging mad
These thoughts in my head will not stop
Too much stress I'm afraid I'll drop
Back to the room once again
The clock is ticking
And the the light that won't stop flickering
All I see is darkness and I am scared of what I will do
If this love in my heart could shine so I could see way
I may live to see another day
I want to go back to the place I called home
A place where I was never alone
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