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After you told me I was a window, I was in pieces. Oh no. Now people like me take bits of me home, And it never releases. We go. And so, hell yes, I'm afraid. Oh. All of these people, I never know which ones To be meeting. There are. So many pages, I'm never sure which ones to Be reading. So far. More people, more pages each day. Some sex, Some money, And some days you may not survive. Some days, it's sunny. I really don't need much, I'm Alive. Well, I know my place, and it's often small, But at least I know my Place. And I may never be bigger than this day, But I will not forget your face. Well, I guess I was once here alone. Hey, wait. Not funny. Little things keep me alive. Some days, it's sunny. I really don't need much, I'll survive. Oh, how long to wait for this Before I'm sure? I won't write home for you. You won't want more. Well, where am I meant to lay this down? You thought I should carry this one last load. Screaming and yelling and everyone's running, And I remain here 'cause I'm worried I may Explode. Just one more lesson in finesse. Some sex, Some money, And some days you may not survive. Some days, It's sunny. I really don't need much, I'm alive.