When shall I be there?
When will I get out of here?
When will I see my aunt and uncle?
When shall I see my dog?
When will I see my family again?
Will I ever get there?
Will they be there?
They have to
Dark is outside the window
It is cold out there
But I am on the inside
I am warm, cozy and tired
I close my eyes
Darkness washes over me
I will get there on time
I am now asleep
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