it seems that meeting people is the most difficult thing I can do.
just laugh, because it may seem really, really silly.
The freedom... my big conclusion.
The freedom of thoughtsmake my lonelyness
more understandable?
Imprizoned in a selvfmade shell
protected from horrors
backfiering me
as I get left outside.
Why am I so thoughtless?
I am so full of thoughts,
but that does not make sense.
What is there to tell?
Much.
Poetry by Poe_t
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Written on 2005-10-30 at 20:23




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