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Subject: My Longish Ramble


Author:
Somnio
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Date Posted: 16:58:52 05/15/01 Tue

Each day I am living
I am coming one day closer to dying
And there is still so much
I feel as if I need to complete
What if life would be short?
And I never live past next week
My dreams would be left at my dreams
I am living in this horrible teenager world
Loving never to be loved
And spending each day wondering
What will happen tomorrow
When I haven’t even made it through today
I’m living in this happy act
For who I am
Is not what people like
And everyone wants to be liked
And they teach you to be yourself
But when you are yourself people don’t like you
It is all so confuzzling
I’m living in this world of rain
Covering up any beauty that might have existed in the day
Pounding down on me
Maybe because I deserved a beating
But the heavy rain was the best that could be done
I am living with friends
Not because I am a sweet, caring, lovable person
But because I pretend to be what I want to be
And everyone is in love with the dreamer
Only the dreamer is not herself
So I am living in this world
With people and music
People all painted
To be someone else
But if we are all trying to act like someone else
Who is the someone else acting like?
And the music
Steadily plays and never dies
And supposedly is the only thing keeping me alive
But the music
She is living in pain too
For we have butchered her
And I am living in this world
Well nothing makes any sense
And even if it did make sense
It wouldn’t make sense to someone else
And why can’t the world make any sense?
I am living in this world

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