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So you're sitting in your little corner Trying to show the world Without saying a damn thing Ready to be famous, respected, intellectual But wholly unwilling to be vulnerable To lay your soul out, naked Bare, covered only by black ink The mirror of all your thoughts So you're sitting in your little corner Angry, Upset because no one tries to love you But you don't even love you Because love doesn't last Doesn't exist So if love doesn't exist, pure and beautiful, Then neither can purity or beauty It's all vanity So you're sitting in your little corner So afraid to feel anything at all, Though the tears pool and never fall, Hard years bottled and stored Waiting to be unleashed An ocean of misery Won't someone make the voyage? I'm drowning in a world of self-pity Save me.
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elizabeth-foley
32 / F
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Written by
elizabeth-foley
32 / F
Published
Oct 2, 2011
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This was a very angry free write. 8/12/11

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