comfortA Poem by freelancejousterlong day full of frustrations and crowded with faces i don't much mind knowing when i don't have to interact with them for long. crawl into bed, miserable and shielded by my own little thundercloud. i'd feel so alone if it weren't for those strong arms that encircled me and the voice that softly mumbled to me telling me that everything will be okay. © 2011 freelancejousterAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on May 25, 2011 Last Updated on June 11, 2011 AuthorfreelancejousterWIAbouti'm a muppet with his secrets revealed. i'm a lost teenager. i'm a rugged adventurer. I'm a bumbling novice. i'm an awkward intellectual. i'm a tear-stained lover. i'm a starving artist. i'm an.. more.. |

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