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Nov 2012
I sit here
Wrapped in a blanket
Loosely around my entire body
My face barely peaking out
I sit here
Curled in a ball
On this chair
With my head rested on the back
And I stare
Thinking of nothing but everything
To where my thoughts are blank
And my eyes are cold
Along with the heart that made me this way
© Becca 2012
Becca
Written by
Becca
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   ---, Timothy and Julia
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