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Something.
Contributed by
alisialynn
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Monday, 17th May 2004 @ 02:18:32 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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It is impossible to understand myself, to connect with myself in an intimate way and use my self knowledge to connect with the rest of the world. I am detached and confused by the ways of others. My brain nags at me to empathize, to get others. I crave understanding. Consequences mean nothing to me and only my wants are important. My whole state of being, the whole world even, seems to revolve around these things. I am self centered and it has bred self loathing. Longing to join the masses of stupidity, I wonder thru life with a chip on my shoulder.
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2004-05-17 02:18:32] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Something.
(User Rating: 1 ) by Kirby on
Monday, 17th May 2004 @ 07:40:36 PM AEST (User
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Such a deep poem, this was pretty good. I have nothing else to say about it but that i really liked it! love:::Kirby |
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