Sometimes I think about life.
Sometimes I think about death.
Sometimes I think about the number 3.
People come up to me and mess up my mind.
People talk to me, but I don't understand.
People everywhere, but are they really there?
Many times I think about a lot of things,
But not today; it's my day off.
Author notes
I believe this would be in option D
A contest entry
- Feathers For Lunch by -shiningstars-.
602 points, ended August 8, 2007, 6 entries
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i appreciate this and your perspective however its not exactly what i was looking for, for the contest i mean. I really had to contemplate and dwell on this before I left a comment because i really DO like it but its not what i want for my contest, thanks for entering
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