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 Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 8:55 pm
And so it came to be
this isolation that I am
I can only look to me
to find the way it all began -
this confusion, constant
hunger for something more than this
I strive to find this being
that I envision, yet seem to miss.
Could it be that I am empty-
or maybe a little lost?
Could it be that I am lonely,
or seek happiness at any cost?
This never-ending Something
that I am living deep inside,
depicts the illusion of myself
and all I have to hide.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 8:33 am
This is a good one too. Goodness! You're a good writer.
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