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I can't seem to write in prose anymore. I've been trying to just write what's going on in my head, and it comes out through my fingers as a rhyme. So here it is; the inside of my mind spell checked and mildly filtered...
Take me away from Here
Please help me for I feel that I am Falling....
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I see a little boy looking out of his window every day. He looks sad? Maybe bored? Anxious to go outside? I don’t know. But every day I I sit here and wonder.
He lives in a roach hotel. You know the kind. The ones you rent by the week. I work right across the...
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