We of All

January 24, 2012
By Anonymous

A parody of the comical ways of laughing, is just the cry of nerves. We act in such haste as there is so much time to waste, we don’t feel pain because we have to, but because we want to, we are lost, we want to be found, but we are rounding the turn, on the merry go round, we find all but tears, in our palms that hold on, and we grasp those last breaths of life, as we say our last good byes

The author's comments:
This is my work of stating who we really, beneath this layer of outstandingness we are just a lost soul.

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