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Mar 2014
The boredom in the routine that spins around those four walls
Spins around the same people the same floors the same doors
and it itches between my skin
aggravated by the stillness in these repeated motions
lost of all emotions
aggravated by own skin
I spin and I spin in my place
like a beyblade
With so much energy just going to waste
cause I'm spinning in my place .
lina S
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lina S
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