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Oct 03, 2001 22:43

i am blossoming before your eyes.
you don't have to be sensitive to feel this.
you don't have to understand for me to continue.
under your finger tips, in your hands.
you have so much power.
what is that worth?
what am i worth?
value seems like a relative concept here.
you are spitting on me, calling me names.
but you don't even know it.
what is ignorance worth?
i am crushed by what people are capable of,
and how i make it worse.
by lying about how it feels.
it doesn't bother me,
it is no big deal,
i don't mind,
i am not real,
i can be nothing.
it hurts.
this thing hurts, this time it hurts,
this version of me, hurts.

but the cycle has to continue.
there is no time to cry,
the world doesn't stop for your grieving.
i should follow my own advice.

eKs 10-03-01 sugarwalls

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