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All i want,
Is just to stay in the house,
Don't want to go outside,
Don't want to feel,
That wind blows the hair,
And sun's rays that penetrate my skin,
I just want,
To sit in the front,
Of that big black-box,
Watching and listening,
So stop bothering,
Not in the mood for texting,
Even in chit-chatting,
Turning my phone off,
Doing it is not tough,
I even didn't get a damn,
Just wanna feel,
I'm a madame,
Just this day make it real.

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