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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484321" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Confession Of Guilt</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am not throwing all the pages<br>but just the same i am not reading them<br>and you say they are all important for my<br>meaningful existence<br>i make a compromise<br>alright they stay pile upon pile inside my<br>study room where<br>i do things that i should not have done<br>where i prioritize those that<br>do not feed me<br>a junk of this bread and butter thing<br>grabbing air and space and<br>gobbling nothingness like<br>food and stuff like that</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i wonder what is happening to me now<br>shying away from those that i ought to love<br>and cultivate<br>my mind wonders like a meteor in space<br>like a tennis ball that you hit and<br>goes away as a point in darkness<br>gone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i sleep the whole day and write the whole night<br>i wake up when everyone is asleep<br>i entertain thoughts that destroy me<br>i write those that do not make me alive<br>sometimes i make a conclusion that i am getting to be<br>a machine without any perceived use<br>a hen cackling yet without eggs<br>a house abandoned<br>a polluted lake<br>a broken toy a torn rag doll a train whose tracks are stolen<br>i feel so deprived and i work hard to fill myself<br>this void that expands like a balloon<br>that lifts me up to an atmosphere near the sun<br>expecting an outburst where i will surely fall<br>like a torn condom this rubber thing that does not bounce at all</div><div style="margin:10px 0">perhaps i need a break perhaps i need to be broken<br>to be shaken so i may wake up and feel the brokenness of a champagne<br>cork lid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i've been broken you know and i have mended myself<br>repaired every part but i guess this is just a cycle that i have to pass through<br>this circuitous route<br>this spherical world<br>this ring without an end</div><div style="margin:10px 0">like love, perhaps, like love perhaps that i once missed<br>it is messy, i know but i keep on talking and writing you should know better</div><div style="margin:10px 0">well, i guess, this is therapy on the going<br>it is free, as i am<br>free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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but just the same i am not reading them
and you say they are all important for my
meaningful existence
i make a compromise
alright they stay pile upon pile inside my
study room where
i do things that i should not ha..."></div>
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