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The enemy
As I stare out this window
down to the little people of the world
I wonder and wish
what if i was the beautiful tall girl with the blonde curls?
can I see into her soul?
by staring out this tear streaked window?
can I have her life?
and trade her these frightening memories that float around in limbo...
shes so radiant and thin
Everything that I am sadly not
she ...
Thursday 8th October 2020 10:03 am
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