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Bottle it up

Ah! The ecstasy!

The solitude of a Saturday night.

Just another sighing twenty-something single nobody.

 

Ah! The revelry!

Anime plays to chase away that lonely feeling.

The original soundtrack of beer bottles clinking.

 

Ah! Such splendor!

Vaults of immaterial wealth being squandered away.

Time itself could make no better an enemy.

 

Given up hope in humanity.

Easy come, Easy Go.

Do I know not of their suffering?

 

Welcome to my Cave of Healing.

Spontaneous self-expression is a key

to the container that is so hard to fit in.

I'd write with perspective if mine wasn't broken

or if anyone could really know what one is.

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christopher-blanck
American
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Jan 22, 2012
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