Why you treat me like air
Pretend as if I'm not there
You say hi to me one day
And than ignore me the next
I don't know if you're blind
But boy you got me falling hard
I need a parachute to save me now
Or other wise I'm gonna hit hard ground
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Poetry, Interrupted
Poetry"Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupte...
