mortalisation.
Monday, 7 May 2007
Nobody's Here
Where are you
When I needed you the most?
Where are you?
You're turning up your nose.
There's nobody here
Who feels what i feel
Nobody here
Who knows
I'm going through the mill.
You won't understand.
No
You don't care.
Go away.
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