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A lone house, Safe and sound. A long dirt road. But within the walls lies the faults. No sincere company. Just the neighbors that pass by. I sit.in the attic. And see the world from there. I have this big house, But i all alone live in the attic. So little space from the world. But the distanced greatened by lonliness. Im cursed i think. As i see a couple walk along. I am just like them. But different. And the dark devices. That call to me. From deep in.my mind. Tell me im worthless. But there is still a light. That i look to.in.times of.trouble. And when being alone takes.control. I seek for.that glowing comfort. Someday they will appreciate. All the things Ive done. I wasnt there to whisper what ypu wanted to hear. But to.yell out the truths. I didnt stay because i had to. I stayed becauseI was scared for you. My mouth is moving. But my eyes speak all of the words. Maybe someone will pass me. And think that i have value, worth. But, Until that day. I will be counting my money alone
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC
Distanced Solitary
A lone house, Safe and sound. A long dirt road. But within the walls lies the faults. No sincere company. Just the neighbors that pass by. I sit.in the attic. And see the world from there. I have this big house, But i all alone live in the attic. So little space from the world. But the distanced greatened by lonliness. Im cursed i think. As i see a couple walk along. I am just like them. But different. And the dark devices. That call to me. From deep in.my mind. Tell me im worthless. But there is still a light. That i look to.in.times of.trouble. And when being alone takes.control. I seek for.that glowing comfort. Someday they will appreciate. All the things Ive done. I wasnt there to whisper what ypu wanted to hear. But to.yell out the truths. I didnt stay because i had to. I stayed becauseI was scared for you. My mouth is moving. But my eyes speak all of the words. Maybe someone will pass me. And think that i have value, worth. But, Until that day. I will be counting my money alone
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC
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