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Feb 2012
i
I don't know
what is
wrong
and what is
right.
This beautiful world
sends me into a
never ending spiral
of confusion.
Sometimes,
the confusion
comforts me.
But mostly
I'm left
scared
and
shaky
from it.


ii**
I don't know
much about
anything.
I've never had
the focus
to learn,
but I'm intelligent
they say.
They say I'm
cunning
smart
sagacious
and
independent.
If only they knew
of the
confusion
uncertainty
and vunerablity
swelling
and consuming
my brain.
I'm mentally too short for them.
mads
Written by
mads  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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