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WpMetadataReadComplete Wed, May 22, 2013<5 mins
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Poetry
I wrote this on a day when, as an experiment, I wore all black and no one asked why. I wrote this on a day when I didn't talk most of the day and no one asked what was wrong. I wrote this on a day where when I would talk I would get interrupted and not asked to continue. This is horrible I don't know why I posted it but oh well...
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Sitting by myself, my feet stuck in the cool water of the little stream, I tried, for the ten millionth time, to reason out why I had to have these problems. I was just a normal everyday kid, no better, no worse than most. I didn't do drugs, I didn't smoke or drink. I worried about my grades and my lack of six pack abs and if I was ever gonna get any taller or grow any hair on my chest. No earthshaking stuff, but important to me.

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