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Wednesday, November 14, 2007


i hate this feeling

like i'm here, but i'm not.
like someone cares.
but they don't.
like i belong somewhere else.
anywhere but here
and escape lies just past
tha snowy window,
cool and crisp as the february
air.i consider the streets
beyond, bleak as the bleached
bones of wilderness
scaffolding my heart.
just a stone's throw away

taken from impulse
written by ellen hopkins

(is this a clue, to why humanity lies in defeat??) <- i wrote this =P

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