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Poetry

These are subtle glimpses I get from the lives of the people around me, written as poems. Some refer to me; most don't. Enjoy.

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by thisisme314

by thisisme314

I'm so done.

I don't want to play the games they call fun.

It's like staring down the barrel of a gun

And knowing you will never see the sun.

Because those who are pushing me around,

They're pressing my face into the ground.

I can't see the possibilities,

I can't see the light.

I can't even see who they are.

I want this to end.

Done.

AGD