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It’s hard to live A life un-private. A seasonal home. Sleeping on a loveseat, In a room where the TV is always on. Constant headaches. Lights and sounds that stab. She sits by screens All Day. And wonders why she is sad. I fear It will begin to spread. I can’t escape, especially not at night. I think I’ll take a shower.
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Jun 19, 2011
Jun 19, 2011 at 7:26 PM UTC
A life un-private
It’s hard to live A life un-private. A seasonal home. Sleeping on a loveseat, In a room where the TV is always on. Constant headaches. Lights and sounds that stab. She sits by screens All Day. And wonders why she is sad. I fear It will begin to spread. I can’t escape, especially not at night. I think I’ll take a shower.
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Jun 19, 2011
Jun 19, 2011 at 7:26 PM UTC
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