Pitch black, every room full in a home
The heater on three but the house stays cold
Same thoughts on repeat and it's out of control
Retain more info when it's told and retold
I feel a type of way when it's damp and it rains
Think about growing up each night, each day
Don't really know who I am
Don't know what to say
Now every night I just lay here awake
So I want to send everyone a text
With something like "yes, no, yes"
So tappity tap on the screen press press
Hopes to stimulate and feel less alone
Let's talk about school and then digress
Still solus and brains on one's own
~Tina Meeks
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