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Becoming Misanthropes
Contributed by
Keilantra
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Wednesday, 6th September 2006 @ 06:36:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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And I know you wish you had it Like we had it last year She's the farthest you could get away from me but you can never get away from me.
I can't stand what we've become, [addicts, narcissists, loners, misanthropes- take your pick] Models of teenage calamity.
Never knowing What to say or where to look When we're in the same room For some reason I thought we were past all the evasiveness.
Were in the middle Of someplace dishonest. Ive got my knees to my chest, fetal position And theres something very wrong Were not the kind of people Who deserve to be alone.
But was she the farthest You could get away from me?
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Re: Becoming Misanthropes
(User Rating: 1 ) by Spike on
Thursday, 19th October 2006 @ 02:20:41 AM AEST (User
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Keilantra, what a wonderful turn of phrase you have - and the subject matter! Handled so well in its complexity but still in the mind and heart of a young woman.
As you have so eloquently addressed, the choice of new partners is sometimes the limits of social group and imagination, no less painful for the one who has to witness it - but men, young and old, have a greater insenstitivity than girls and women about the impact of choosing the new love interest so close to home.
A terrific write, and shame on those who didn't read and comment on this little jewel of experience.
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