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The Place
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I come here often
Though I'm never heard
Words and phrases I speak
Yet I'm never understood
Why come at all
My mind it races
Holding back the tears
Some escape my fighting
This place is empty to me
Others meet and express
Am I really here at all?
The loss inside me grows
Take the risk, I'm told
Seems my only reason to go
Only the pain grows worse
The emptiness consumes me
Now only one place will do
No one visits me there
Walls without doors
My own personal prison
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© 2003 by Jim Ward. All rights reserved
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