The real me

October 9, 2011
By Imjei Turner BRONZE, Palatine, Illinois
Imjei Turner BRONZE, Palatine, Illinois
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Here I sit,
in an empty shell,
rotting in an icy he**,
in my corner,
my little place,
filled with dust, and
moral disgrace.
and then,
The tears came,
in buckets,
and shovel-fulls,
in teacups and spoons,
they came, and they ran,
and ran and ran,
down my face,
past my lips,
off my chin,
and down
down
down,
soon, soon,
I was in a puddle,
sitting in my worth,
rocking back and forth,
Mind blank,
eyes distant,
everything is fading now,
I'm sleeping,
sleeping,
far away from here,
and far away from you,
and them.
When I wake up,
I'll be new,
I'll be
myself again.



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on Oct. 19 2011 at 9:53 pm
hippiechick123 GOLD, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
all who wander arent always aimless. where do you go to escape yourself? close your eyes and see me.
all you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be.
i am in love with you <3

oh my god, i LOVE this. really good job :) it made me think about things, made memories surface. that was amazing


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