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Stranded

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KelaLewis-Morin

Published: Mar 11, 2012

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Stranded

Out of place,

Lost in space,

                       What is my purpose?

Everyday,

I feel this same way

                                When I wake up and draw the curtains.

Overshadowing questions,

Very few suggestions

                                    But as usual nothing is for certain.

Living in the unknown,

Out of my comfort zone

                                     I bet I'm not the only one to have this burden.

Kela lewis-morin

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something i wrote today originally a longer peice but i liked the rhyme in this not sure why lol let me know what you think i will probably upload the longer version of it when i figure out the scheme

. my ain was for this to be so simple but say alot in a few words tried to be plain and universal with the words and have a structured consistent rhyme scheme as usual i hope it works

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AkatsukisFallenAngel

May 7, 2012

As usual you stun me, this is something that really makes me think. ^.^ I like it.

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