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Sunday, November 10, 2013

poem

“I’m just bored,” she said,
but in reality she was just numb,
she didn’t want to feel;
she lay expressionless,
her hair spilling everywhere.

Her headphones tangled and twisted
to match her thoughts
her mind racing
people called her lazy
a waste of space.

Her books no longer thrilled her
“I read it already”
her music lost meaning
“It gives me a headache”
her sketches greyed
“I ran out of space”

She was bored
tired
not hungry
sleepy
done

Hardly anyone noticed her shadow disappearing.

-unknown

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