Being Myself

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Things like this happen at 12:24am, when I'm left to thinkin' all by myself.

Submitted: January 17, 2010

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My stomach leaps up to my chest, I lock my doors, its time to rest. I slide on some flannel pants I try to sleep, but I just cant. I stare at these poster-covered walls the razor across the room calls.

But I'm too chicken to do a thing. I roll back over, my ears start to ring. I can loose ten pounds, I lie to myself, I stare at the books laying messily on the shelf.

I've read every one, about eight or twelve times I'll just keep reading them, hearing the chimes the voices of the people I've grown near to I'm going nuts, I can hear them too

They seem like the only real friends I have... the ones that don't exist.


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