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Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Family
I know everyone's family is basically the same, but I despise mine sometimes... Okay, most of the time...If not all the time... Anyway, they are the reason I'm going nuts, probably one of the reasons my life is like this. Anyway, this is a poem I wrote the other day. Tell me what you think of it, I myself think it's pretty good.

Alone
I look down, not wanting to look up, hoping to see something other than the cruel fate of life, only to find my image in the cold, dark water.
I look up at the stars, hoping to die and go somewhere else other than here, and see the sky falling in on me, only to find it was raining.
I look back, towards the past, only to find myself remembering every waking moment I spent with you, every second I dreamt of you, mourned over you…
...Until I am forced to look onward, towards the future, the bleak, bleak future that surely awaits me, alone.
I soon find myself taking my first step, then another, and another, struggling against this unknown force, wanting to stop moving, but unable to. It was like tugging at the strands of time, only to find yourself being carried along as well. Is this what life truly is?
It has been years since that moment, since I dared to look back, when I fought the inevitable. I have gotten over you, over those brief moments of rebellion. Something I have learned, over those wasted years wallowing in my sorrow, dreaming of having someone to talk to, to share my feelings with, once again.
You are never alone.
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