The beautiful ones

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Feelings, or thoughts since I do not feel any more.
So it's not really poetry either, but I do not know where to put it.

Submitted: July 11, 2012

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I desire to be interesting, I desire to be noticed, I deficiency to be forgotten any more.

I desire to live not just be alive.

I even long to feel sorrowfulness and despair, I want to feel something of existent.

I want to. I want to. I want to live. 

But I do not cognize how to any more, it have been disregarded and concealed from me for so long.

I am not black nor am I white, I am grey. 

Closed.

And I do not cognize how to open up, I do no longer cognize how to give me to the darkness, nor can I uncovering any light.

 


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