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and there you sit curled up in a chair with knees beneath your chin, sipping your hot coffee oblivious to the world tuned out the world tuned into the fantasy of a perfect unknown world- reality becomes an evaporated puddle under the sun let the passers-by wonder what thoughts are running through your head you'll never know you'll never trust so there you sit Alone.
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
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and there you sit curled up in a chair with knees beneath your chin, sipping your hot coffee oblivious to the world tuned out the world tuned into the fantasy of a perfect unknown world- reality becomes an evaporated puddle under the sun let the passers-by wonder what thoughts are running through your head you'll never know you'll never trust so there you sit Alone.
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
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