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Contributed by
poeticjestix
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Thursday, 24th March 2011 @ 02:33:37 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Too much to say, with nothing to say
too much to do , with nothing to do
feeling okay, not really okay
fearing the new, the silence of new.
I kidded myself that I was of use
of use I was, myself now a kid
confidence once solid, I was hanging loose
confidence loosely hanging, no longer solid
why didn't I plan, why didn't I see this?
A nonchalant man I just cannot be this
bills through the door, much more than before
those friends that provided, they're providence slighted
and now they want it all back.
silence - terrifying
unemployment terrifying
escapism terrific
realisation sudden
hope?
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2011-03-24 14:33:37]
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Re: limit
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by Tomboy on
Thursday, 24th March 2011 @ 06:04:21 PM AEST
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| You put into poetry the feelings I have been having for the past two years. Depressing but fascinating. |
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