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i'm feeling better now. mental heath day off school was definetly needed. my headphones have officialy died and i havnt got any others! so i am currently listening to myspace music stuff. meridith is having a movie night at 8 tonight so i think i'll go to that. bilbys performing in his school spec tonight and maireads going to watch so i'll go to
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As a child I would read for hours
Nose-deep in a musty, cracked-spine novel,
stacks of dog-eared paperbacks circling my bed.
I never went to bed when I was told- there was
too much to know, so little time for sleep.
Closing the book I'd dream with my eyes open
Of finding that old armoire, riding
that turtle out to sea, digging up those rusted keys,
growing wings, and conversing with trees.
I Dreamed of Africa, south america
too, and Europe and every atoll.
I paid for these adventures in glasses,
shyness and a loner disposition
but at the time I never noticed- yet
As a teenager (and all that entails)
reading was replaced with homework and tears;
no more stories, I had real life to live.
Wrapped up in the small things, with no room for
black holes, friendly elephants, Neverland.
As an adult (and a fresh one at that)
I scan my childhood books with all their torn
and tattered covers; I trace my fingers
Along the spines and recall everything...
The other lives I led, the lives I lost,
the lives that were never mind but became so.
I am starting a new chapter of life.
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