Fictitious Lamentations
By Kiah
I want to live like I’m actually 25. Raise my fist, scream my air filled lungs, and feel alive. I’m tired of being sincere and thorough. Shred my hair, burn my suntanned skin, and step through. I’m young and afraid. I’ve never seen the money I’ve made. I’m naive and inexperienced. I’m far too caught up in all this seriousness. It’s your business. I’m just your slave. You did all of this. I’m just trying to escape. rickety homes kerosene heaters open stoves hand me down clothes Now I want to be stupid and careless. Walk sideways and be perilous. I wish I could, have bliss in what I could have. I wish I could. I wish, but I never would have.yeah, yeah... whine, whine, whine... Written December 15th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 03:49 PM PST 0 • 1
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"I want to live like I’m actually 25...."