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I can have whatever I want I hold my father's wallet and my mother's softness Frequently the pantry overflows, clothes don't fit the closet I am immune from suffering and misery. Never will I fear life I steal my father's wallet and my mother's softness Manipulative, selfish- I create problems because I have none I fear life- Never will I be immune from misery and suffering I reach at others scars and pretend I am one of them I create problems because I am manipulative and selfish people linger as experiments, museum exhibits, re-writable pages I reach with others, pretending their scars are mine limping in persistent perfection, curiously wiping sweat from addicts Lingering are people's experiments, museum exhibits, re-written pages What is it that leaves me unsatisfied? A limping, sweaty addict to perfection, curiously persistent Eventually, will I be grateful? Will I be proud? What is it that leaves them unsatisfied? I've noticed some would rather stray than try Eventually I will be grateful and proud. I feel compelled-maybe to an idea not yet discovered I've noticed some would rather try than stray Innocently I'll lock my door and each night I'll be safe I feel compelled to discover an idea...maybe I have sometimes I'll examine hands or gaze at trampled leaves I'll be safe each night, innocent behind my locked door Lost in thought, writing apologetic love letters with a snack I'll sometimes hold trampled leaves- examining. gazing. I can have whatever I want
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Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 2:04 PM UTC
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I can have whatever I want I hold my father's wallet and my mother's softness Frequently the pantry overflows, clothes don't fit the closet I am immune from suffering and misery. Never will I fear life I steal my father's wallet and my mother's softness Manipulative, selfish- I create problems because I have none I fear life- Never will I be immune from misery and suffering I reach at others scars and pretend I am one of them I create problems because I am manipulative and selfish people linger as experiments, museum exhibits, re-writable pages I reach with others, pretending their scars are mine limping in persistent perfection, curiously wiping sweat from addicts Lingering are people's experiments, museum exhibits, re-written pages What is it that leaves me unsatisfied? A limping, sweaty addict to perfection, curiously persistent Eventually, will I be grateful? Will I be proud? What is it that leaves them unsatisfied? I've noticed some would rather stray than try Eventually I will be grateful and proud. I feel compelled-maybe to an idea not yet discovered I've noticed some would rather try than stray Innocently I'll lock my door and each night I'll be safe I feel compelled to discover an idea...maybe I have sometimes I'll examine hands or gaze at trampled leaves I'll be safe each night, innocent behind my locked door Lost in thought, writing apologetic love letters with a snack I'll sometimes hold trampled leaves- examining. gazing. I can have whatever I want
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megan-hundley
25/F/American
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 2:04 PM UTC
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