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Nov 2017
It’s the 4th of July,
And I’m watching the fireworks,
Through the window of a mental facility.
A tear runs from my eye,
I think I hate fireworks,
I wipe my tears away.
Watching the cars go by,
With my hand on the window,
Cut off from the world.
Way up high,
On the 13th floor,
Is this supposed to make me feel better?
Written by
Mallory Aderhold
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