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My White Wall
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November 2012 All day staring at my white wall,
remembering her smile and how much i miss
the days back then when we would kiss,
no one had to question who i was with,
another shadow in the corner,
gains my attention until i see,
everything we used to be,
must of meant much more to me,
soon enough you'll sit and think,
wonder if you miss me in a small way,
if you ever do you can call me all day,
i'll be writing to hear what you say,
if only i learned to take all my stress,
underss and embarass it until it was funny,
wasting green on a waste of money,
yet you won't hear one cent from me.
