This Terrible World

November 11, 2010
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Sometimes i wonder,
others i fear,
at times i question
about mistakes,
then just turn away.
we werent born with it,
nor was it,
but hope is gone.
Im nieve of the rest,
selfish, upset,
alone with people,
maybe spoiled to the top,
breaking, shattering with
no one to help.
scared for the future;
people, places,
nothing stable or settled.
today its a whatever,
tomorrow its a mistake.
Perforated papers & planes,
everything caught on the
hands of fire,
burning, dissapearing

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