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Jun 2013
I am alone.
As every second passes,
The tantalizing ticking of the clock
Warns me of how much time I'm wasting.

I find myself
Wondering why I'm here.

The pale, blue walls stare at me,
And I at them.
They make me think of the sky,
And how happy I could be
If I was out there.

This sadness is nothing
Compared to what I've felt before.
The hunger doesn't matter;
I haven't eaten in a while.

I know why I'm so unhappy.
Maybe I'm melodramatic, but
I always mess everything up.

How is it, that when I
Feel so sad,
I can also feel a pleasant,
numbing indifference?
Spur of the moment poem :)
Amanda Michaels
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