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Jan 2015
I can not tell if I feel trapped,
or just lonely.
I walk through halls
filled with heads
emptier than mine.
I often loathe
waking up in the morning;
I know the day will be miserable.
Five months
is too long to just pass time;
I don't want to waste more of mine.
I can't relate to anyone,
at least not anymore.
I haven't connected
with these small-minded,
small-town people
for the past seventeen years.

I need to get out of here.
Written by
Madison  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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