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A lost ball in the high weeds
Contributed by
zeberdee
on
Thursday, 16th September 2010 @ 05:29:40 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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All around me are familiar faces
Running and playing with their skate
They go freely and they experience places
But I go nowhere I stand and wait
There are no expressions on my face
I find it kinda funny and I find it hard to take
I want to go freely too and have my own place
But I have some feelings that are hard to shake
Tears fall down as they play around in a circle
and my head sinks in like a turtle
sad thoughts find a way through my shell
they do far more often that I dare to admit
I walk back into the classroom to the sound of the school bell
I bear it into my seat knowing I cant sit well with it
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zeberdee
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2010-09-16 17:29:40] (Date/Time posted on
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