My journal is missing
I had it the other day
But now it's gone
I imagine this is how
A painter feels without a brush
A builder without a brick
A scholar without a book
A bird without a wing
I feel lost
Cramped
Like I'm stuck
And the voices
Are here in my head
My journal is missing
I had it the other day
But now it's gone
I imagine this is how
A painter feels without a brush
A builder without a brick
A scholar without a book
A bird without a wing
I feel lost
Cramped
Like I'm stuck
And the voices
Are here in my head
My journal is missing
Will I ever find it?
Oh, no!
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I found it for her under the computer table. I think one of her sisters "straightened up" and that is where the journal was put away. Now we have a very happy Tali!
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