is there peace
confusion,anger with how people are.frustion that no one thinks like me.nightmares,trying always to shake the confusion.tears,rage then laughter,
sikwhit laughter.always that thought,is there peace
is there peace
confusion,anger with how people are.frustion that no one thinks like me.If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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thinking what should be | 0 | 01/05/2010 |
daddys girl | 0 | 11/04/2009 |
is there peace | 0 | 11/01/2009 |
dusting my knees off | 0 | 10/31/2009 |
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