Hanging,
Waiting,
Slightly swinging.
You wait for someone,
anyone.
To use you.
You've never know anything else.
So you sit,
waiting,
for someone to use you.
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC
Hanging,
Waiting,
Slightly swinging.
You wait for someone,
anyone.
To use you.
You've never know anything else.
So you sit,
waiting,
for someone to use you.
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