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Left In a Zone

Imagine what it is like to hear voices in your head. From this to that; yet you can't go to be. What was it that you bread; was it the things you left unsaid. Mommy,daddy; do this do that. Not a sound from them when their hitting that crack. Left in the zone; not even a moan. Yet you roam in this world feeling alone.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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