Thinking of before, losing sleep
Wishing, wanting, needing, not here
Pushing away, my thoughts are elsewhere.
I am going through the motions, keeping afloat while still taking on water.
Losing the battle, drowning is next.
Nera Marmora At The Teatro Colón
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My grandmother was a grade school teacher by profession born in a small
backwater of a town called Terni, nowadays only 90 minutes north of Rome by
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6 hours ago
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So. You ok?
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