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I don't want to grow up, but I want to be somebody someday.
somebody that will intrude upon your very life in some way
and rob not the good stuff, but the trash that you've built up
And just play with it, at least while my mind remains sedated
I feel that I can mold bad things and create new ones
with the innocence that I hope I had as a little kid once
because something that I know I cannot feel like you is time
if it caused friction, your scars would shine as visibly as mine
but let me tell you, I can't see them since I'm blind.
And I can't hear you describe them to me since I'm only in my mind
just thinking
but I think the worst thing I can feel
would be your expression as you describe just what exactly has happened to me.


(All of a sudden, I feel terrible. Oh and did you know that when I write rhymes, I read them with the enthusiasm as I would a Dr. Seuss rhyme?)



(I love simplicity)