Written by Jacob Ibrag
They take you in for who you are and
that eats you up inside. ‘How can they condone
a being like me?’ They don’t condone anything, you’re all
meaning making machines. Searching for words that fit those
intangible feelings. You’re no different than a self proclaimed
broken CD player, skipping words only to try to make
sense of a song in the next sentence.
OMG. I. LOVED. IT.
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Happy that you did π
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Wow! Lovely piece!
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Thanks Roy π
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Loved the theme of trying to make sense of things that don’t make sense.
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Thank you π
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Wow!
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Another great poem π I’ve just began posting my poems to WordPress, if you could have a read of one, I’d really appreciate your opinion π
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Thank you π
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Yes! Outstanding.
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Thanks π
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So beautifully written
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Thank you π
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