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Dear Blank


Dear Blank,

You are the alarm I groan at when I'm waking,

you are the cream shower wall that is an audience to my singing.

You are the empty space I yell at after school,

after all the day of "learning" makes me feel like a fool.

You are the conversation in my head I have,

while I eat dinner listening to mom and dad.

You are the warm blanket I curl up in,

Snug as a bug in my bed that was given.

You are the voice that keeps me up until 2,

Dear Blanket, the one that is always there, I know it has always been you.

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