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In the park,
Just up my road, I can sit for hours,
No one will pass,
Or see me there.
I can think,
Breathe the clean air, nothing's polluted,
But my mind is,
I just need to sit and think for a while.
Now it's dark,
I've been thinking for hours,
Sitting under a lamp,
Wanting to feel something else.
I ache from the fights,
My head hurts from the words,
Just sit here a while longer...
Then i'll go home.
Past midnight now,
Its started to rain,
But I continue to sit,
Finally returning home...freezing.
That reminds me of the frosty looks,
Those ones my Mum gives me,
Each time I do something wrong,
Or say too much.
Now I don't care,
Say what you please,
Or throw another fight,
I'm immune to this tonight.
I can smile tonight,
For once I won the fight,
The fight didn't hurt,
One problem down, which one's next?
*note* i'm gonna do it right this time, i'm fed up of pleading for a right...
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