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Tuesday, April 24, 2007
moulded
I dream big, but my dreams are contained in a box.
I take large steps, but every step forward is two steps back.
I weep buckets, but the sun's rays dances on my glistening tears.
I'm a circle squeezed into a square. For three years, i'm going to serve the hospital, the community. After which, dear God please let me leave. I need the space of an endless pasture, i need to breathe easy.

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