It's not something that happened to me In this lifetime Although it sounds so familiar So afraid if doing something wrong Walking around the house on pins and needles I remember one time walking with a friend I became lost and it was late The blue truck came whirling around the corner On two side wheels He pulled me in by the hair and smacked me Across the face
Reason for writing:
Watching a movie on Lifetime...too many past connections.
Birth sign: Libra
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