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 Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 7:26 pm
I was upset.
So I sought my solace
In my tears
But tears could not soothe me.
I was angry.
So I sought my solace
In a fit of rage
But my fits were not the key.
I was heartbroken.
So I sought my solace
In a quart of ice cream
But I was let down by Ben and Jerry.
I was frustrated.
So I sought my solace
In a long winded-rant
That only left misery.
I was lonely.
So I sought my solace
In someone else’s life
But even books left me empty.
At my lowest of lows
Where should I find solace,
But in hearing wind
Whisper condolences through the trees?
Inspired by The Diary of Anne Frank.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 8:13 am
Now that im thinking about it, thats just how i think Anne Frank would have thought being around the Nazi's genocide of the imperfect.
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