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| Is it in you too? Is there a monster under your bed? Do you wake up knowing your time will soon be up and yet fix your hair anyways? Can you really be living and dying at the same time? You have come to see my face, To see my body. But who will ever know? There are so many reasons to keep quiet, to keep hidden. But what is really keeping you from me? Could 3,000 miles ever separate two people more than one empty conversation? I am not angry. I am only waiting. |
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