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This is something I wrote on the sidewalk whilst I was out. I always bring a notepad and pen everywhere I go =]
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Submitted:Nov 14, 2011 Reads: 14 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
Sitting here
Listening to love and sorrow
People walk past, unable to hear
They think us weak young delinquents
But they know nothing of our hearts
Ours is the society they borrow
Ours are the lives that they depart
Now can they know our souls? our minds?
They cannot begin to understand the life for which we pine
Something better, more, something meaningful
Something beautiful
Amongst all that is wrong.
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