Why is it,
When people look at an empty bench
I see a woman sitting on the bench, reading.
Why is it,
When people look at an empty park
I see a little boy swinging.
Why is it,
That when people see a lonely little girl,
I see another little girl playing with her.
Why is it,
That when I look on the news.
The people I see...
Are found...
DEAD.
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Things I Think About.
RandomHere are some things that go on in my head, I know it may sound boring. Just read and see.
