Though I should be;
oblivious to the world
I choose to spend
the time awake.
It's silent,
It's dead,
It's nothing.
All excepting that strained figure
hunched in front of their screen.
Like me
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 11:06 AM UTC
Though I should be;
oblivious to the world
I choose to spend
the time awake.
It's silent,
It's dead,
It's nothing.
All excepting that strained figure
hunched in front of their screen.
Like me
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