| Strangers | ||||
| In a place full of people, I feel so alone. Some are weirdos talking on the phone. I even know a hypocrite named Joan. She told me she was in debt for a loan. In a room full of people, all I wanna do is painfully moan. I should have known. These strangers would not calm down my tone. I am my own. I'm in my own little zone. The only thing we psychos have in common is we are forever sewn. Barbie Marsh |
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