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by Courtney Jan 16, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Sitting here, by myself. Boredom comes, to take me away. I stare at the ceiling, as I lay on my bed. I think about life, and my future. I pray, and I read. My life goes on. I think about you until... Boredom comes, to take me away.