Boredom

by Courtney   Jan 16, 2005


Sitting here,
by myself.
Boredom comes,
to take me away.

I stare at the ceiling,
as I lay on my bed.
I think about life,
and my future.

I pray,
and I read.
My life goes on.
I think about you until...

Boredom comes,
to take me away.

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