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Dec 2013
Guess I’m living in the moment,

It seems alright, it seems slow

Days pass by and here I am

There’s no snow, there’s no seasons

This place knows no winter

It’s heat and sweat.

Study? What of it? Do you think you’ll get a job?

Why study, the knowledge within you can die

Die, life,knowledge will **** it

Be smart, be wise, be a student of demise

I am tired, I am sad,

I have no reason to die

Will I ever be? Truly be

Can you not see

within me

within thee

I do not flee

I do not feel

I sow, but do I wonder?

Oh to wonder, is all I can be

to dream to see

to question to be

There is no help, for people like me.

They are lost, and they cannot be.
Monica Cristina Bustillo
Written by
Monica Cristina Bustillo  Puerto Rico
(Puerto Rico)   
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