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Your eyes changed with your concussion by Barbara GriffithI'm going to cry because no one is holding me.
But you'll laugh.
I'm going to write a long, epic entry in my paper-bound journal.
But you'll breathe easy.
I'm going to walk home in the dark.
And you'll be driving with music blaring.
I'm going to sleep alone tonight.
But at least you are too. 10/02/2005 Author's Note: andrew
Posted on 10/03/2005 Copyright © 2026 Barbara Griffith
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