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I sit here alone wondering.

It is hot,

and silence floats all around.

What to do...where to go..

I sit here alone wondering.

Tick-tock..

Tick-tock..

The hours continue to pass,

soon to become a new day.

I feel lost,

feel sadness comsuming my thoughts and being.

Why,and what it means,

I fear I dont know,

for I just sit here alone wondering.

Letting my thoughts run wild..

run free.

I want to escape somehow,

make it all go away.

I feel werid..

this feeling isn't well.

what to come next but memories.

For when I let my thoughts run wild...run free.

That is what becomes of me.

I need air..

need a walk,

before I lose myself..

before I cry.