I'm so pathetic,yet I don't regret it.I'm so weak I can barely speak ,I sit ,I wait I wander around, creating crop circles on my rug. I wait a bit ,I create a bit ,I write it down, then I sit. I wait.I'm patient, I still hold on to hope like a tired old rope.It helps me cope while I wait.I wait for a call I wait for a break, still it doesn't come ,but its normal because failure is where I come from.But one day just maybe even if by mistake there will come a call that will start it all,but until, I'll wait I'll wait...
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