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Post by Laura on Dec 18, 2005 18:53:46 GMT -6
Am I not a true colour? Trying to blend in with all the whites. The reds. The blacks. This child has been dethroned
Maybe I should just bleach and leave myself alone.
I'm tired of carrying this sadness That heavies my luggage to three times its weight Have I not been humiliated enough? This added aggravation just brings me to tears Tears I no longer cry for my eyes produce no more.
Am I not a human being? Trying to melt in with the pretties. The uglies. And all those in between This child has lost her way
Maybe I should just run and come back when the days have gone.
Maybe I should just stop. and leave this all alone.
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Post by Absinthe on Apr 16, 2006 13:36:02 GMT -6
"I'm tired of carrying this sadness That heavies my luggage. ."
. . . .I liked the idea here. We all have baggage weighing down upon us with our histories. I love it.
I also really like the emphasis on the words "bleach", "run" and especially "stop". Really good.
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