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Welcome to my life. The words on the spine face down,

trying to keep my mind from

worry. This is how I've

learned to spend my time. A

painting of my days lived

with restraint. I draw

pictures, send birthday

presents. Yes, I sleep alone,

which is fine. But soon, I'll

need you. I won't last like this for long besides, we

can't afford the calls. Soon

it'll take two. I want to see

you in the morning, hug you

while you're yawning. Don't

want to think of the day,

when every day becomes every

other day. Fall back into

sneaking, I can't help but

thinking, you are how I ought

to spend my time. The sky is

turning blue. My eyes are

too. They have to see you to

be sure that you are you and

she is her. Soon I'll need to

wrap my arms around you, smile and say I'm glad I

found you. Could it be you?

Will we decide to move? Will

our lives improve? If we

decided to try Philly or do

ya think I'm talking silly if

you do than for christsakes

tell me. If we decided to try

Philly all my friends out

here would kill me, can I

convince them that you love me?

Welcome to my life.

The words on the spine face down.