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Original Problem.
Contributed by
fanniesson
on
Friday, 3rd April 2009 @ 04:01:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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Death is on its way.
I wait riddled with pain
that medications somehow
seem to elude.
Weight now what I did in Junior High,
frail as that eleven year old that met his cousins
at the public pool and was unmercifully teased
about his sexuality in front of everyone.
I wait for death reliving my life,
remembering, trying to figure out
why things were the way they were?
Blaming everyone but me.
Still the original problem
Copyright ©
fanniesson
... [
2009-04-03 16:01:30] (Date/Time posted on
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