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By Willow34645
Here i sit upon my chair staring at something that just isn't there i wonder why everything has to be so fucking black and white there's never a grey area and it just doesn't seem right that i have to give up the things that i love cuz i never back down when push comes to shove so what's the point of going on when i'm running on empty? i've got nothing left why can't you see? you keep asking, "are you okay?" when it's obvious that i'm not it's really sad to think that writing poetry's all i've got Written April 1st, 2002 © on Apr 01 2002 10:01 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Here i sit..."