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Is this all for nothing or could it have a purpose?

	Poem?
	Poem?


It seems to me that i am incompetent to keep up with the flaws you find the scratched figures on the mirror carving away making the the ballerina i am today twirling drawing figure eights on the ice. mutalated into some disfigured shape you've expected me to be. It seems to me that i am a renewable resourse that can be thrown away at any expense carlessly tossed upon the ground broken and crumpled with the act of impressment. my body thrown across the floor useless & unapriciated the sound of my tears crash on the ground. It seems to me that i am an accessory carelessly thrown on to make someone's life a little more "comfortable" but easily lost, broken, & forgotten. Dangling Uselessly I fall to the ground, like celophane, nobody notices. A meaningless extension of somebody better than myself. I am lost. Never to be found again. question ll Boxes ll · Fri Jul 17, 2009 @ 05:39pm · 0 Comments


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