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I am not happy. I have spent too long, In a mold, Self-imposed- An idea of idealism That didn’t quite take form. Implied as it was Buy the media (who knew how to sell, too) That I am not good enough if I am just me. But everything has significance, Every letter and punctuation. Every Capitol, and every lower case. The fact maintains, that there are words at all. There is substance behind symbol, and meaning behind sign. And so, although they sold their wares on an “if” They forgot that behind that “21 year old literature graduate, female” There was a girl. Full stop. There was a girl Who went to school And studied something she thought she was passionate about. And that girl grew, into a tree, into an animal- into the very breeze She grew into the whole world And was as big as could be. And the media laughed. And she was happy.
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 3:16 AM UTC
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I am not happy. I have spent too long, In a mold, Self-imposed- An idea of idealism That didn’t quite take form. Implied as it was Buy the media (who knew how to sell, too) That I am not good enough if I am just me. But everything has significance, Every letter and punctuation. Every Capitol, and every lower case. The fact maintains, that there are words at all. There is substance behind symbol, and meaning behind sign. And so, although they sold their wares on an “if” They forgot that behind that “21 year old literature graduate, female” There was a girl. Full stop. There was a girl Who went to school And studied something she thought she was passionate about. And that girl grew, into a tree, into an animal- into the very breeze She grew into the whole world And was as big as could be. And the media laughed. And she was happy.
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 3:16 AM UTC
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