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Jan 23
He said he knew me...
Not me per se, but people like me.
"****, I use to be you"
he continued...
"hopeless and lonely with a front row seat to tragedies,
wasting time, killing hope,with *** bottles from ABC,
fearing the living and mourning the dead,
paralyzed in a loose chain,
in a globe that seems to contradict it's every turn,
that's what you're doomed to be!"
his worn out eyes turned to me
"but isn't that everybody?
I know it's still me...
afraid that my dreams will be swallowed up by reality"
Written by
LolaPark  F
   M-E and PoetryJournal
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