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So
I spose she wasnt
Upset with me
For things
That hell has done to me
He hasnt spoken to me
She is gone
And again
I am alone for a bit
With only my thought too play with me
Hide and seek
Or purhaps
Some good
Make believe
So again I lay in bed
As the thoughts spin round
Dance around a bit
Just to confuse me
So I sit up and
Move out into the
Garage
With Paint brush in hand
I stroak my feelings
Changing the white
Walls
Into my world