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Society:
You have stolen my identity.
I used to know who I was,
But you fill my every waking moment
With an endless list of tasks,
Leaving me stressed, anxious, exhausted,
Broken.
It has been oh so long!
Since I had time to do something for me,
Something that I want to do,
That I do not now know
What I would do.
Addressing you thus,
My list of tasks has increased,
I must leave--
Thursday, October 30, 2008
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Poetry
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