Zzang: Archive – Random Poem

 

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the emptiness i succeed in creating for myself
is merely ripping me to shreds
ive quit my crying though my gripes continue
i try to grow up yet still remain a child
every time i think i cant win
im reminded that things arent so terrible all the time
but what if just one time i wasnt reminded?

-Nancy Wilensky

 

 

 

 

 

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