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June 18th 2009 09:19
What am I doing here,
Waiting for a man to drive?
I want to run home,
Hide in the safety of my room,
Under the covers of my bed.
My sanity is at stake here.
Should I endure this anxiety,
In hope of future comfort,
Companionship, passion, maybe even love?
I don't remember what comfort is exactly,
But I'm longing for something.
Waiting for a man to drive?
I want to run home,
Hide in the safety of my room,
Under the covers of my bed.
My sanity is at stake here.
Should I endure this anxiety,
In hope of future comfort,
Companionship, passion, maybe even love?
I don't remember what comfort is exactly,
But I'm longing for something.
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