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Sarah Lee Rock Jan 2014
I'm think looking for motivation in the wrong places.
Spending two hours reading poetry online and drinking two cups of coffee,
completely avoiding my workout and my homework.
I need a break from my brain, its a scary place.
I'm sick of saying "I"
I want to worry about someone else but when I do,
Its even scarier.
What if I lose them, what if I make another mistake?
I miss the sun, and my gunea pig.
I miss the days spent swimming in big rivers
I miss the days of innocent play and swing sets.
I miss the idea of you, the man by my side,
ready to save me from my own thoughts,
You were a dream, I woke up to reality.
Why is reality such a nightmare?
First poem! I love the site so I thought I'd add my own. Hope you like it :)

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