It's getting rough.I stay up,I think,I panic,I wonder.
Once again,I'm left alone.
The bare walls.The tallness of each leg, hesitating
to move forward.Station near by,I linger for the
call.The text.The hopes of the voice.
I was right,I was dead on.
Lost passages aboard the chapter of my life.
It's closed.
I said I wouldn't complain.
I just needed someone to listen.
The End.
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