again trapped within the confinements of my own home
i will never feel sane again knowing i may never talk to her again
her sweet voice, her brown hair and eyes, her inspiring wisdom
he has prevented my usual routine of talking to her every day
and not having her tell me how to go about my day...
well... my mind isn't set straight like it used to be
i can't think the same way i do
i sit in my bed thinking about what ill do all day
waiting for a chance to call her, for that is my only priority
i lie on the floor wondering what im doing there in the first place
and yet, i don't get up and do something
because i am contained in this place
this stage of my early matured mind
this phase in life that shouldn't have come yet... ~
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JaZzY~FiZzLe
maybe one day everything will be just fine...
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