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Mar 13, 2006 18:41


I'm not really where I'm
supposed to be.
I don't really care though.
I'm not disturbing anyone.
Unless I am and I don't know it.

Birds chirping,
everything is so serene.
I don't care about anything or anybody
except for myself and my own happiness.

I'm at a loss for words.
I feel like I've said everything
I've wanted to...
it's all so...
real.

I don't know. I really don't. 

poem, writing

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