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A lost ball in the high weeds
Contributed by
zeberdee
on
Thursday, 16th September 2010 @ 05:29:40 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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All around me are familiar faces Running and playing with their skate They go freely and they experience places But I go nowhere I stand and wait There are no expressions on my face I find it kinda funny and I find it hard to take I want to go freely too and have my own place But I have some feelings that are hard to shake Tears fall down as they play around in a circle and my head sinks in like a turtle sad thoughts find a way through my shell they do far more often that I dare to admit I walk back into the classroom to the sound of the school bell I bear it into my seat knowing I cant sit well with it
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2010-09-16 17:29:40] (Date/Time posted on
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