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by andhereIstand Jun 29, 2009 category : Life, society / other
This feeling pulls at me so new yet so old so comfortable and familiar yet rippling through me with the energy of a thousand suns coursing twisting, turning yanking, yearning I can’t move yet I am not still Cannot be contained cannot think, breath, move stop, go only simple words can define me and complex needs bind me I am not capable, but I live anyway