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Oct 2009
I want my life.
The life I desire seems impossible for me to grasp,
Like a child whose reach is to short for the cookies on top of the fridge.
Instead I watch it from the other side of the glass,
Where I’m haunted by the my true life.
A life that I’ve tried again and again to run from!
But sooner or later it always catches me.
I want my life.
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