6:25 PM ~ |
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took the elevator down to the plaza level |
riding on the banister of the escalator |
walked through the glass revolving entrance |
sitting on the golden horse on the children's carousel |
sat alone on the brick wall waiting for my mother to come |
calling "mommy mommy" |
watched them all walk by in their pretty clothes |
counting the shoes on the sidewalk |
in their confidence |
red leather boots |
thinking they have such security |
and nike sneakers too |
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6:50 PM ~ |
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didn't she say she'd be there? |
where's mommy? |
looked down the open highway; there was no car |
peered up to the skyscrapers; there was no guardian |
where could she be? |
where's mommy? |
what if she got into an accident? |
who are all these people? |
what if she's d e a d |
what if i'm all alone? |
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7:15 PM ~ |
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the tears fall on my face |
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no sense of reality anymore |
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can't go back to the way i was |
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thinking i knew everything |
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i'm lost |
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i need |
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my mother |
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the security |
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{{ where is her warmth? }} |
tears fall down and i can't stop them |
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what's happened? |
where's mommy? |
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7:25 PM ~ |
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"you got hit by a what?" |
"a drunk driver" |
"are you okay?" |
"i'm fine. the car is a little scratched." |
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"he scared me" |
"did you call the police?" |
'they said they aren't going to do anything about it." |
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they aren't going to do anything about it. |
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who knows what he'll do next time. |
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maybe you'll be the one in the driver's seat. |
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{{ but, isn't that their job? }} |
