As I sit here, silent, I watch the world go
round. Time is slowing down, like a train approaching
the station. As I sit here, silent, people are quickly
passing by. Nobody has any idea of the pain I
sadly bear. As I sit here, silent, it feels like the
world is avoiding me. People rush, to work, to
school, as here I sadly, painfully cry. As I sit
here, silent, for weeks and weeks on end. At last
I find my resting place, and here it is with
God.
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