Jobs
I am nervous because I don't know
Where to start
It always comes out to being apart
I try and try again
I always feel drained
Whenever I don't get the call
I tend to feel very dull
I will be lonely remained
Thou forever self-contained
Thee calls It veined.
Copyright © Desiray Wells | Year Posted 2014
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