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Welcome to my life. The words on the spine face down,
trying to keep my mind from
worry. This is how I've
learned to spend my time. A
painting of my days lived
with restraint. I draw
pictures, send birthday
presents. Yes, I sleep alone,
which is fine. But soon, I'll
need you. I won't last like this for long besides, we
can't afford the calls. Soon
it'll take two. I want to see
you in the morning, hug you
while you're yawning. Don't
want to think of the day,
when every day becomes every
other day. Fall back into
sneaking, I can't help but
thinking, you are how I ought
to spend my time. The sky is
turning blue. My eyes are
too. They have to see you to
be sure that you are you and
she is her. Soon I'll need to
wrap my arms around you, smile and say I'm glad I
found you. Could it be you?
Will we decide to move? Will
our lives improve? If we
decided to try Philly or do
ya think I'm talking silly if
you do than for christsakes
tell me. If we decided to try
Philly all my friends out
here would kill me, can I
convince them that you love me?
Welcome to my life.
The words on the spine face down.