April 16, 2008
By Lucy Hovanisyan, Brooklyn, NY

I'm exhausted of hearing
the same drip drop
of the rain
on my windows.
I'm tired of telling
you stories
of my past.
I want to escape
to a world,
what I'll encounter...
and I don't want
to be wearing
these dark sunglasses
on my eyes.
The dark circles tell
their own story,
about all the long nights
of my wails and cries.
I want to write to you
of my own times of glory-
I don't want you
comforting me
with lies.

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