September 24, 2012
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As a zephyr blows against my fragile frame, I think about life.
Painful past constantly consumes me.
Futile future seems pointless.
As solutions lie slaughtered.
Alienating those who are discomforting,
Clustering with those that please me.
The thought that crosses my mind mostly wanders toward people I wish I were with
And how I am not, and may never be a true shadow of myself.

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