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They
Contributed by
moloko
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Friday, 27th April 2007 @ 06:47:59 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Im in a room where i cant see anything,
anything at all,
im looking at a combination of things,
living and not living
but i cant see them.,
I dont understand them.
are they the same as me?
are they?
They talk like i do
but do not say the same things.
They feel like do
but obviously not the same pains.
I mean, they even drown their half baked selfish sorrows
just as well as i do
but they seem to want to find an answer.
Im selfish, spiteful and malicious
but they seem to like me that way.
They think they understand me.
but do they?
Whats scares me most of all,
is that they might.
And they are the same as me
just like i am the same as they.
But i'll stare into my glass
and dream a little dream
that they remain they
and never
me.
Copyright ©
moloko
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2007-04-27 06:47:59] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: They
(User Rating: 1 ) by wheels on
Monday, 23rd June 2008 @ 02:47:07 AM AEST (User
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One of my favorites - definitely a contemplator of self identity. Failing to see beauty in those around us who are not beautiful in heart for us to not be like them but different . well written
kevin
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