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Admittedly, the beginning of this is not a poem. It is a link to a video that everyone in the world needs to see. The poem follows. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ROXTFfkcfo&list;=PL9ABB2F7C182BA1D8 this way people can see because when the roles are reversed, everything feels wrong. you are suddenly trapped in a world that is not right. everywhere you turn, the wrongness is blatant to you. but not to them. to them it is normal, a vague term, an existential-crisis-invoking term. but what do. that is how it is. in a normal world, the normalness surrounds and suddenly it is like being trapped underneath a bell jar of a dream and everyone is acting like nothing is wrong, but maybe they are just messing with your fragile mind. because shouldn't it be the other way around? wait, what? it's like everyone got the memo except you and not a single soul will share it with you, because you should have gotten the **** thing yourself, and nothing makes sense, how can they all think feeling this way is so normal, it's reversed, it must be, nothing makes sense and no one will explain and *some people feel like that all the time*. what can you do when no one is there nothing. you can do nothing. you must be strong and you must wait and you must know that someone is coming, someone must come. you must do nothing. that way, you can stay alive for something.
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 6:28 PM UTC
"How would you live if you couldn't love"
Admittedly, the beginning of this is not a poem. It is a link to a video that everyone in the world needs to see. The poem follows. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ROXTFfkcfo&list;=PL9ABB2F7C182BA1D8 this way people can see because when the roles are reversed, everything feels wrong. you are suddenly trapped in a world that is not right. everywhere you turn, the wrongness is blatant to you. but not to them. to them it is normal, a vague term, an existential-crisis-invoking term. but what do. that is how it is. in a normal world, the normalness surrounds and suddenly it is like being trapped underneath a bell jar of a dream and everyone is acting like nothing is wrong, but maybe they are just messing with your fragile mind. because shouldn't it be the other way around? wait, what? it's like everyone got the memo except you and not a single soul will share it with you, because you should have gotten the **** thing yourself, and nothing makes sense, how can they all think feeling this way is so normal, it's reversed, it must be, nothing makes sense and no one will explain and *some people feel like that all the time*. what can you do when no one is there nothing. you can do nothing. you must be strong and you must wait and you must know that someone is coming, someone must come. you must do nothing. that way, you can stay alive for something.
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 6:28 PM UTC
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