From My Pocket
Submitted by ana on Wed, 09/27/2006 - 11:12am.
I'm a star.
Silence, listen to me.
The young me....incapable of error or regret.
A stranger to pain.
If life has no meaning, so must death.
(Hi, How are you? Fine, how are you? Pretty bad)
The past followed me here, and fills so much space.
When I looked outside, I saw potential for hope.
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