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This World Is Killing Me
17 March, 2002
Author: Meg

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This world is killing me
I'm not understanding why
I'm feeling so drained
Yet so full of life
I'm feeling all settled
Yet I want to run so far away
I know what I want
But I have it
And the excitements over
I'm looking around the room
There's so much to learn
Why am I here?
Everyone's in their happy routine
Aren't they bored?
I like it here
But I want to run and never stop
Once I do run, I want to stop and sleep
When I have sleep, I want to run.
This world is killing me
Life is great
But I'm confused
I don't feel complete
But nothings filling the gap
I'm scared ill make a mistake
I'm not quite sure what to write now
Because I don't know what I'm feeling
But I know it's not right.

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hushy (80.6.138.78) -- Monday, January 12 2004, 10:59 pm

?????

you know why i like it, its just so stright to the point. great
 
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