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So I was wondering if maybe you would be interested in what I had to say.
It’s not much; just something that I think should be out there, as a word.
Why.
Not a question, not a problem, at least not yet.
But it means too much while meaning too little.
I hate it.
And love it.
It bothers me. Haunts me. Follows me.
I can’t escape, and I don’t want to.
Sometimes
Occasionally
Never something to be questioned seeing as it is a question unto itself.
Does it ruin lives?
Will it ruin mine?
Or fuel it, drive it, push me to finding more…?
I don’t know
And I don’t want to
Sometimes
Occasionally
Alone
I do not feel safe/ it tears me apart.
Because it is something that means everything and nothing to others.
Do I think big?
Can a 15 year old have perspective?
Would anyone listen/ are my ideas that different
Sometimes
Occasionally
I let myself wonder
Why?
- Title: wondering
- Artist: Ushama
- Description: The random considerations of me. Not anything terribly interesting or complicated just want it out there, on the internet. I dont know why...
- Date: 08/10/2009
- Tags: wondering
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