| My face lies firmly pressed against the window of some stranger’s house.
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| Hoping to feel the love that occurs between two spouse.
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| The violent screaming and fighting, the children crying.
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| As the light from the television flickers, keeping it warm and inviting.
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| My hand holds a cold, cold stone found hidden beneath the grass.
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| Now I’m pressed against my window watching as they cut themselves cleaning up
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| the glass.
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| Twenty seven years old and I live all alone.
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| Knowing full well I’ll never marry or have children of my own.
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| And I keep the world at bay with all the.
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| And I keep the world at bay with all the stones I throw.
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| At twenty seven years old I live all alone.
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| Knowing full well I’ll never marry or have children of my own.
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| Well what else can you do when what you know of love stops loving you?
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| And what else can you do when what you know of life ups and dies on you?
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| Well what else can you do when your blood beats and betrays you?
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| And what else can you do when you can’t even face you?
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| I keep the world at bay with all the stones I throw.
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| I keep the world at bay with all the stones I throw.
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| I keep the world at bay with all the stones I throw.
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| I keep the world at bay with all the stones I throw.
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| I keep the world at bay with all the stones I throw.
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| I keep the world at bay with all the stones I throw. |