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Dec 2013
I'm sitting here,
In the dark,
In the corner,
Singing.
To me,
Its comforting.
But to someone who the scene is new to,
The scene of a child,
Rocking back and forth,
Singing.
That wouldn't be comforting,
Creepy instead.
Love
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