I'm framed against the wall by the sun's soft light
My reflection scoffs
My shadow bicker
And as hours pass
I have yet to move
I'm burdened with the Sunday afternoon blues
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Waving Through A Window
Poetry**While these poems reference suicide and self harm, they are in no way meant to promote it!! Read at your risk** When I look outside my window I don't get no peace of mind... Sequel: "Fading From Your Mind"
