Eighteen and Dead

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    Eighteen and Dead

    Life is hard and complicated
    It's not that easy to debate it
    What am I to do
    with all the things I am going through?
    My dad, a jerk. My brother, annoying
    My mom, naive and me, a pet peeve
    My grandmother, my saint. My cousin, a pain.
    My aunt, superficial. My uncle, so special
    My other cousin, stubborn
    My boyfriend, my friend, my lover
    My life may not seem bad
    but go throught things I have
    I can't take it anymore!
    I shouldn't live anymore!
    I slit my wrists and my neck!
    Not real big, just a peck!
    Watch me bleed over the floor
    See my life disappear even more!
    My life, a waste and I can't live!
    Thanks mom and dad for the grave that I'm in.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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