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Fear of the Ignorantly Known

Is that how I seem to her?  A person who doesn’t know

What I want in life

Someone who has it all

With her long hair and the richness in her eyes

She reminds me of a time in life when

Thinks weren’t simple

Because I felt alone, but then her energy made me feel

Like I wasn’t alone

But the light that shined forth

Was something that was meant to fade away

After the big epoch that revolved through my mind

Before theirs

The smile by the stairs of one of the fake blonde girls

Gave forth to a hospital visit that I wouldn’t have survived without

Playing balloon volleyball was better than realizing that

A lot of them got by, by hating me

It’s the type of thing that a seemingly naïve fifteen-year-old

Finally got out of her

By doing geometry and reading Huck Finn in a cubby

In front of others

While trying not to cry

By attending groups just to add to, and interrupt, the conversation

 

But the girl in the black and white picture online seems like

She is not one of them

But I guess it is one of those things that is to be determined

Over time

Something in me wants to skip it, though

To get to that higher level where

What I feel in my dreams

Is good

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