But not one face inside,
My mom said she'd be looking out for me,
Then, I guess, my mom lied,
The door's too far to lean o'er and open,
I'm afraid, anyway,
There are not words enough to fit in here,
To capture the loneliness here, today,
The chair will not move with my weight on it,
Nor will my hands help me,
The hunch of my back has disabled them,
Feels an eternity,
But it is not,
Don't have that luxury,
All these things must eventually work,
There is too much responsibility.
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