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This is definitely one of my favorite pieces I've written. I hope you all check it out and let me know what you think, because I hope my appeals are like that of others.

Last night, a lot went on.
Much I don't remember, but I do know we talked.
Not sure what it was about,
but I'm sure I fucked something up.

You know that feeling you get in your stomach?
The one when you have a virus on your computer,
and it's destroying everything;
your music, photos, poems, life.
How you wish; hell, you pray, that it sees you've done nothing wrong.

Why would it show you any mercy, though?
It's a virus. It doesn't care who, what, when.
It's a killer. A murderer. A man with no soul
who's so far down, he can only go up.

This hot air balloon can only get so high.

You get to a point where flying monkeys
take nail guns to your mast.
Mythical creatures (fairy tales!) can cause you to fall
from this high point that's lower than your low.

You remember eighth grade?
I had one best friend; well, a few.
I had one best friend who understood my feelings.
Well, not really. She just had the same feelings.
I doubt she understood hers more than I understood my own.
And to avoid getting side tracked, I'll end this nostalgic story.

So many things have changed since then.
I've turned into a man. I've turned into a kid.
I've turned into an animal and I've turned into another animal.
I've turned into a fruit and into a vegetable.
Do you understand where I'm going with this?
My life has been a spiraling slope since I can remember,
which right now, isn't far.
I can just sit here, laughing my head off at a joke a friend just threw up,
but really at my self indulgence in failure, in lies, in forgotten dreams from the night before.
I held my childhood so dearly, my adulthood so closely,
and I'm throwing both away in the tissue-covered waste basket
over a whiny fit known as teen angst.
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Last edited by brandon369852 at Sep 20, 2009,