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Drying Concrete in the Middle of Summer Inside a Crowded Room with No Air
Does your heart feel like it's made of concrete?
Dropped into a mixer, poured out and left to dry?
In the summer heat, in a crowded room with no windows?
With people gasping for air where no oxygen can be?
I don't know why I'm saying this
Or why I'm posing these thoughts as questions
But I hope you understand this;
That situations are simply circumstances
Dropped into a mixer, poured out and left to dry?
In the summer heat, in a crowded room with no windows?
With people gasping for air where no oxygen can be?
I don't know why I'm saying this
Or why I'm posing these thoughts as questions
But I hope you understand this;
That situations are simply circumstances
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