I am nervous in myself sit alone at a table set for two the music from the radio plays lodly in my head I rerange the silver ware for an hour or two The clock on the wall ticks faster and faster my life moves faster and faster I scream at the table as if it does any good perhabs if I change the table cloth from red to green it will make me feel better
Reason for writing:
Boredom
Birth sign: Virgo
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