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Katie

I am tired of pretending...I am tired of pretending to listen when you speak you have nothing to say and I just want to write bad poetry and post it in public forums for people to criti...I am tired of pretending...
What? Yes, I'm listening.
No, don't worry about dinner we're having something tender.
(It's my heart, if you're wondering.)


Write. Right.Little boy, do you not write anymore? Do your words not flow forth? Do you choke on their warmth?Write. Right.
Little poet, does the pen cramp your hand? Does it shake and shiver? Does it sneak and sliver?
To that place in your heart wormed away in darkness secreted away when there are others about
only to be taken out, picked apart, leafed through, when youre alone.
Do your memories haunt you? Do you comb your fingers through them? Do they slip and slide and gleam in the night?
Are they solid like stone? Are they
Jeesh.
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<salshep> does a prosewriter fall in a forest if there's no-one around to tell him 'nono, it's rly gud, rly"?
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"Great spirits have often encountered violent opposition from weak minds." - Albert Einstein
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am I really all the things that are outside of me?
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"Great spirits have often encountered violent opposition from weak minds." - Albert Einstein
And I don't think we've ever met.
I'd remember.
hahahaha
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"Great spirits have often encountered violent opposition from weak minds." - Albert Einstein
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"He who never made a mistake never made a discovery." - Samuel Smiles
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