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Thoughts of Nothing
Whiney poems inspired by teenage angst.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Puzzles
We are born broken.
Halves only to ourselves
waiting to be put back together.
I'm missing a piece of me.
Always watching, waiting.
Where are you?
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