What was I looking at,
When I was looking up?
Oh, Remind
Seventy-two now
and as mad as they come,
but even so, now
It was awful but mostly for the animals.
Subjected to such
Look at me here.
I must be dying.
It’s as though both
What is this space in my chest?
What wants attention at
You say I have to get a real life
But I'm
I'm being held at the end of a tether
At the
She's standing at the door and getting one thing clear
I
As in the final hours.
The priest came walking in.
With beans
She made it
Stumbling in over her baggage
Taking it all on
So I ran faster
but it caught me here
Yes my loyalties
They say the staples.
They can’t hold a kid together.
They say
She closes her book
And before getting up
Checks her lipstick in
I'll spend this day in a reverie
I won't focus on
Six thirty comes, like a call to arms.
Five alarms have
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