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Just a little angst-y poem by me.

If you have nothing nice to say, then it is best to say nothing at all.

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Walking

Tired of waiting

Tired of watching

Tired of being alone...

I am leaving

I am walking

I am finding my way home...

Tired of

Stopping

Then I am running

and I am tired of being lost.

Mostly I am tired

of trying to be

Me.

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Well, how bad is it? * gets pelted by miscellaneous rotten veggies * Okay, I get the point -.-

Walking is © 2003 Night_Slayer

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