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Is this my calling?
Contributed by
broken-glass
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Tuesday, 2nd December 2003 @ 01:37:38 PM in AEST
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oops
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As I run,
fist clenched,
heart pumped,
skin open,
I find my self dancing upon the two sides of my conscience,
they are fighting...
fighting....
fighting.....
but what for?
why conflict?
The sky is cold, the air is dark,
I lay in a ball clenched up like a
tight clenched fist (or something).
I lay like a ball of cotton wall....
like a purpose with no destination.
People glare at me.....
sadistic nobodies.
I have no time for them analyzing my breakdown or my paranoia.
They know nothing,
how could they?
They are ALL against me?
I grab a pen through the terror...
this is my calling.
They said.
I notice through the crowd that
you were there...
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broken-glass
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2003-12-02 13:37:38]
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Re: Is this my calling?
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by bobotheclown on
Tuesday, 2nd December 2003 @ 03:47:58 PM AEST
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this was friggin cool Gem I can relate to this quite a bit as I struggle with mild paranoia this was awesome. Thnx for sharing this...
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Re: Is this my calling?
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by PumpkinPie on
Tuesday, 2nd December 2003 @ 05:02:37 PM AEST
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I loved this poem,it was different and well written,I especially loved the last two verses,keep posting,
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