I'm falling over,
But you dont seem to care.
You sit.
You watch.
You stare.
My life is breaking,
My head's a spin.
You can just ignore.
Your brain gets nothing in.
I'd feel the pangs of hatred.
I'd feel the pangs of care.
For whichever it may be.
You just seem to stare.
I've lost the most i live for.
You don't seem to see.
What's in my mind.
Or what's inside of me.
Why can't you just open ur eyes.
And your mind.
See me,please.
Don't leave me behind.
When the world drowns me.
And i can't see myself.
You will paint my picture,
I'll need no one else.
Stop.
There's no use in dreaming.
Nothing will change.
I'll keep falling over.
You'll just sit
And you'll just stare.
As Martin Parr’s final exhibition opens with the National Trust, Susie Parr
reflects on his legacy
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‘Lacock by Martin Parr’, at the Fox Talbot Museum, unites Parr’s series of
portraits of English community and tradition
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