The year was fleeting
That fast left me
A formerly-self-assured seventeen-year-old girl
Running in shoes too big to fill
And hopping on trains
To empty places
A tear stained page
For another left
After far more years
Still not enough
Weeping and sleeping
Sunlight
Through the night
Acid trip
Morphine drip
No prescription or relief
Suburban backdrop
City scrawling sprawling
Blurring on an inky page
--6.17.11
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"You can't expect to understand me completely through the medium of present-day conceptions. I breathe for my own necessity, for the fuel of my body, for my survival... I've given you, not my sacrifice or my pity, but my ego and my naked need." [[The Fountainhead]]
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