R-E-A-L-I-T-Y

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    R-E-A-L-I-T-Y

     I'm s-i-c-k of my meaningless life
    Where c-h-a-n-c-e-s pass me by.
    That's r-e-a-l-i-t-y.

    Praise o-u-r lady of terrible guilt,
    That's not my i-d-e-a of f-r-e-e will.
    That's r-e-a-l-i-t-y.

    Mr. c-o-o-l at all the shows
    Your a-t-t-i-t-u-d-e is old.
    This is r-e-a-l-i-t-y.

    And you might ask why
    Nothing's ever how it seems.
    I think I knew more when I was 13.
    When did life get so real?

    And now I feel like I'm losing my mind,
    I used to think all the time.
    Now thinking hurts, and feeling is worse.
    I liked Reality better when it was a dream.-

    This is r-e-a-l-i-t-y

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    Kaylimazza commented on R-E-A-L-I-T-Y

    02-25-2010

    Wow. For a young age you have a very big talent. i really like this:) i give a ten;)
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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