20-four days too late

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I stand in the rain

the torrential storm is a subtle downpour

a shadow upon life as it was and will be

holding me down as tremors take over my body.

My mind fights to stay afloat

barely keeping up with the current

a Gameboy in a 3DS case,

the same yet different.

With a stutter my withered body collapses

all fat and muscle whittled down in the wind,

empty skin flapping in the breeze

I'm finally perfect in society's eye.

A paper appears from your window

a message from friends forgotten and enemies empowered

8 1/2 by 11 with a single sentence;

Look in the metaphor to find the truth.

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2/13/13

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