i used to dream
widescreen
colour
everything
i’d see
the world ahead of me;
life shrank
black and white
grey suits
grey city
routine
bored-room meetings
brain storming;
another man’s dream
Death
is not the opposite of life
this
is the opposite of life
no faith
no fun
no hope or
reason;
i’m getting out
Monday Morning
the note beneath my feet’ll read,
“I QUIT”
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475 points, ended April 29, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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I see your point, there are things that are waaay worse than merely dieing. I think a living death would not be one worth preserving.
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Your background is WAY TOO MUCH!!!
(had to hide it to read this)
This is basically the sort of thing that I've been getting for this picture.
Thank you for your entry
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