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I dont like any of you,

why don't you like me?

Because I am different and I am surreal,

and have different interests abroad,

does not mean that we can not be friends,
because friends is better than being a fraud.

I dont like any of you,
but my fists stay clenched in rage,
because I am different,
and I am surreal,
and you can't understand the words on the page.

 So I stay mad at my self all the time,
and it's really my feeling that I hate,

while the feeling I search for I can not find,

because that feeling is great.

I do not like the things you like,
and I probably never will,
but we can still connect with eachother,
before I get that record deal.

BKrabbit

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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

BKrabbit’s Poems (42)

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I Am. 0
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