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Chaotic Confounds

A hollowed opening- I was born,
Born through the doors of the Lost & Fallen.
Walking as awkward as my heart-
Where it is driven by power.

My aching spirit is drunken and consumed,
Deadened numb from my thoughts
In the gray areas of mind, only to work behind
the charcoal curtains and cotton light.

Meaningless! Where i live past pain but not pleasure,
My cry of not pain, but this "pursuit of happiness."
Am i so weary of finding pleasure, how can this be?
What has happened to me?

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A period of summer i was frustrated with my friends, life, and all in general.

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  • Rose Angel gold member
    August 19

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    The quandry of those teenage years when one cannot find answers at times to their questions...Friends can be unreliable, and surprise us with the behaviors....Free flowing and well written! G.


  • Infinite-Eyes
    August 19

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    Excellent!

    very good. I feel i as if im going through that kinda stuff right now in my life . favorite part is "My cry of not pain, but this "pursuit of happiness."
    Am i so weary of finding pleasure, how can this be?
    What has happened to me?"