

Ode To My BelovedI was reunited with her during a bleak DecemberOde To My Beloved
How many times I whispered her name until that day I cannot remember
We sat outside in the snow by the fire
There we conversed and grew to admire
All the striking similarities we shared
So many to where we were slightly scared
Both of us were confronting new lifelong conditions
And we were there for each other, despite frequent intermission
Hackers, impostors, family ..fools
And the horrors of algebra, thanks to school
Oh, how I so fervently wish
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DriftingWeeks go by with nothing to look forward toDrifting
Routine leaves me busy, yet unfulfilled
I feel guilty spending even a dollar on myself
Charity (not materialism, mind you) is another matter
Theres nothing I need and few things I want
I once strove to learn, but topics that pique my interest are scarce
The feeling that Im wasting my time and effort doesnt leave me
I find myself not even willing to eat, perhaps this is clinical depression
I dont really interact with anyone
Perchance Im having difficulty j


The AssaultSo here I lie in a trench, distraught, tense Not one ally rushes to my defense I could swear I could hear their footsteps as they quicken their pace Or is this my own weariness..perhaps my old friend paranoia has shown his face? Then I shudder as I hearken to an arrow cutting through the air It hits its mark, into my shoulder it tears And now I see them come into viewThe Assault
Seems that my pain they clearly eschew One approaches and kicks me in the throat, following swiftly with a fist to my eye I cough, sputter, and manage to utter"Why?" So far, I've received two replies From the ber
HELLO! XD
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"You jump, I jump. Right?"
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