Monday, June 22, 2009



June 2009
These are my eyes but this isn't my body.
My actions are made by another.
This is anything but my home.
It's a house that's run by a mother.
You stopped being my friend long ago.
Running away from that place.
I'll be far away and this won't matter.
Displaced out of sheer disgrace.

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