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Wednesday, December 22, 2004 - 7:48 PM
different
All I know
Is everything is not as it's sold
but the more I grow the less I know
And I have lived so many lives
Though I'm not old
And the more I see, the less I grow
The fewer the seeds the more I sow
I wish I hadn't seen all of the realness
And all the real people are really not real at all
The more I learn the more I cry
As I say goodbye to the way of life
I thought I had designed for me
People think I`m always happy. I couldn`t blame them, with me always talkin` and crackin` some jokes. They always see me smiling, sometimes even laughing. People know me as a person who`d approach anyone and just be friends and start a conversation... these people don`t know me at all...
They don`t know what happens when I go home, what I have to experience every time I walk down Cortez St... they don`t know that I live in a broken life...
Broken. That probably best describes the life I`ve been living since the storm...that storm that annihilated everything...
Everything`s changed since then, that`s why I`m different... different from the rest...
I`ve been receiving scars from them, the `others`. I pretend everything`s fine... that I`m ok with the fact that they`ve stolen my father, our father... I continue pretending, even though my heart silently screams in anguish... I yearn to cry, but I held back...
There’s nobody to lean on...
Breeze. So gentle...I wish the breeze could take away all the pain, but it can`t...
So I drown myself in laughter... at least I could make it look like I`m fine...
What an irony...
ehjiboi got weird at 7:48 PM
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