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White Owl Feb 2014
Given
This life,

These hands and feet
I can walk and touch
Its not enough

These socks and gloves
The warmth of it
Its not enough

The shoes and clothes
Protection and coverage
Its not enough

I want rings, and bracelets
all great things
phones and cars.

Big house with the best yard
silly unnecessary things
Bikes and chalk

Nothings enough
wanting more
Nothing to give

I get,
You get
We get
But still want
White Owl Feb 2014
realizing that dark is the absence of light
there is not a dark,
yet I'm afraid
this darkness holds mysterious things,
thoughts of what it and what could be in it I fear,
this nonsense of a fear I have and can not conquer.
I run from bed to light switch,
from light switch to bed
as if touching the floor
while in the dark means something will get me.
this fear
we grow attached to as kids,
these movies and people
put these STUPID thoughts in our heads.
they never leave,
they never go.
its a scary thing.
they will never end!

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