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Feb 2013
I do not know how to put my thoughts into words.
It's just never worked out for me.
I may be sober but my words are drunk.
I don't know what I am saying to you.
I don't know what I'm thinking anymore.
What is the point of this all?
We go to high school and graduate, that's expected.
We go to a decent college, start to build the debt that we will be in until we are old,
that's expected.
We go to graduate school to get a good job,
continue to build our debt.
We get out of school and struggle to find a job.
More often than not we are not happy.
What's the point of it?
We are unsure of our words because they have no point?
The get us from point A to point B.
Happiness is nowhere in between.
We just mumble and stutter our way through this uncertainty that we call life.
Maddie Lane
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Maddie Lane  Brooklyn, NY
(Brooklyn, NY)   
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   Emanuel Martinez
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