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November The 1st.
By Trichotillomaniac
It's been another year
I've wasted with my fear
I've lived hundreds of more days
Only to not change errors in my ways
Now, they ask me what I want
-A gift to show, a gift to flaunt-
They grin in an innocent way
I want my night to turn into day.
That's all I really want.
Gifts are useless to me, I'm not a-child
I refuse to run down my streets-wild
Every year, till the day I die
I'll just have to come up with a lie
Asking for this, asking for that.
I want a computer, or not to be fat
Last year was so normal, ignorance is bliss
Now as it's gone, it's the only thing I miss
It's been another long year
Washed down with my tears
I really only want normality
In a word full of abnormality.
If I got one "Happy Birthday"
On this next Saturday.
I'd be fine.
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Copyright 2003 Trichotillomaniac A.K.A Sarah
Published on Saturday, October 25, 2003.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "November The 1st."
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A former member wrote:
LIFE IS PRECIOUS! just kidding, its not. but you still have to live. so no worries about change, that will happen eventually. all you can do is take each day as it comes. sobe yourself. DRINK SOBE.
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On Sunday, October 26, 2003, Trichotillomaniac
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wrote:
Interesting. Your comment was...yeah.
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