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In the great big house with wooden panels and high mirrors,
old people are talking low, nurturing a life that is not mine.
Sunday is falling smugly over the young couples and scrawny babies queuing up for ice cream after a
perfect day in the park.
The life I want is running through me like a sick river, making my skin twitch as I speak to a snotty
grandmother.

I wanted to please you but you like sweet drunken girls, running around leaving a trail of belongings,