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A Thought
Contributed by
iodinelove
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Friday, 4th April 2008 @ 04:45:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Dark recesses, unable to drive—an empty alley, and worn leather puppets painted sloppily on the sides of buildings, remind me of another life—too sick to concentrate.
I remember the beginning of another life, a simple child on a brick wall watching the sunset and imagining the life of a squirrel. I remember planes, and oceans, deep depressions etched into the sand, I remember loss, and tears, the beginning of now old fears.
I do not remember words as they are now, but as an entity, each word became an impression on my thoughts, and my thought grew and grew, until it was larger, and more profound than my voice, and so I would sit quietly with my toys and think.
I am twenty-seven years old and I feel that I have lived a long life, and I find that thought absurd, but relentless.
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Re: A Thought
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by jesusofholland on
Tuesday, 29th April 2008 @ 05:08:07 AM AEST
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| Absurd indeed, but this is a touching tale of lost innocence and deep struggle. I definitely relate to this one. Great write! |
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