9 June 2012
I can't stand it here much longer. This fifteen mile square cell, Of buildings, fields and people... I can't stand it, can you tell.
But I can't just get up and leave. I don't have anywhere else too go. But if I stay in Dengie any longer, I'll be pushed to the edge by woe.
All I used too live for, That up and left here too. Now I'm stuck here with these people, And there's nothing I can do.
So I'll suppose I'll have too stay, It's not like I have the option. It'll just be me, and the family. That's one stupid concoction.
It's not like I hate them, It's just we're really different see. But I suppose I'll have to deal with it. Because it's here I have to be.
-:The temporary reoccurring feeling I get about the area I live in:-
Dengie • Opuss № I