Talking to my computer
I write, to express...
When I type, it relives stress...
But no matter how many times, I confide to my keyboard....
I always still feel a bit wayward...
Facial patterns shifting from inspired, to doleful...
If only I had someone to listen, it'd be easier to remain hopeful
But until that day I have a women in my arms that can help me get away...
I guess Im stuck talking to my computer day after day......
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I like to wright to get things out...Im doing this as a venting tool....but if someone likes my work that'd be great too.
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