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At My Computer, I Wonder:
By: Nena Nedler
Sat in stillness, head felt light.
Heart of gold, thoughts of fright.
Air was cool, humid breeze.
Sounds of typing, keyboards keys.
All the things, life should be of.
Friends and family, laughter, love.
Unexpected, things pull through.
Never know who's watching you.
Looks and whispers gas up heads.
All your pride turns to regrets.
Wishing that they only knew.
Who you were, the real you.
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