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This is real, this is me.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Torn.

So much i have to do.
So little i have to do.
So high the expectations,
So low the qualifications.

Pris commented i will only be happy if
I lower expectations of myself.
Words cant express what i feel inside.
Regret on what i covet is beside.

I cant do it anymore.
I cant do it anymore.
I've changed.
There's no more flame.

All alone the winter flakes engulf my soul;
With which flames implode from a foe.
Black and gray the sillouhettes gather,
My heart drops like a feather.

Close so dear they seem to me,
Far yet near they will always be.
Mom and Dad dont understand me,
But they've been wantein to change everything about me.

A picture speaks a thousand words,
A poem represents a thousand woes.
A teardrop from a broken heart;
A broken wing from afar.

This is ken signing off.
Time to be a normal person.
A humble one;
Normal like the others.

Dont think I'm different.
Dont think I'm extra ordinary.
Dont look up to me.
Dont think I'm a leader.

10:36 AM

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