it's a strange life some folk live
a strange world they inhabit
me I lie to sit in the quiet
listening out for the occasional soft sound
some folk thrive on arguments
until the fighting begins
me I like to look out the window
hoping to see soft light rain
some folk want excitement
even though it hurts
me I can live fully without doing anything
but enjoying my breaths and sips of water
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