Whispers at 1:28AM

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By Lovesick and Sick of It •

I'm beginning to hate nights like this Where I collapse on my bed and try to think But it doesn't work.... I miss knowing what I wanted, and having some Idea of how to get it I miss what we used to have, before last summer, before everything got complicated I miss being a little kid, when boys had cooties and adults could disregard anything you said since "Kids say the darndest things." Do they listen anymore, or do they just hear me? When they listen and then stop talking, do they feel beaten or overwhelmed? Am I that good? Or do they Just want to ignore me, dismiss my beliefs like they couldn't be changed, or because I wouldn't understand their "Right" answer.... And now I'm tired, after all that. Perhaps now, at 1:35 AM, I'll be able to sleep.... Then again maybe not.... But we'll try...... zzz/ZZZ/zzz/ZZZ

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January 22, 2006 06:31Lovesick and Sick of It

Ugg.... spacing's completely screwed up which makes this really hard to read but yeah.....

July 31, 2006 21:22Zanna

That's really good, I like it. I never know what to say to praise a poem I like so I'm sorry if I sound insincere but I really do think it's good.