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Jan 2014
I don't know what to do.

I've been gutted for all i have
and thrown back into the waiting room
to await something
that i hope will come soon.

a chance,
an opportunity,
something with continuity,
and substance and depth
so i can take a deep breath
of fresh beautiful air,
out there, in the wonderful world.

out of the waiting room,
deaths unsettling home,
with all the other people
and all the time alone.


unable to scream or to talk,
or to run or walk,
or to be happy and smile
at least for a while,

i guess that's life,
hardship and strife,
and a few small happy times,
i just wish i knew the reasons or the rhyme.
Marco Jimenez
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