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Dec 2010
Why should I ever,
pursue things I’ll never get.
The goals I’ll never reach,
the walls I’ll never breach.
Pain stems from desire,
like ice or hellfire
that burns in people’s souls.
Make useless of my goals.
Why should I try to,
go to places that don’t exist.
That I know I can’t get to
-that I know I won’t go to.


12/20/08
I wrote this at a time when I was feeling depressed.
Zane H
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Zane H  USA
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