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I am a Blank

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Angst-of-One

Published: May 3, 2011

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My mind awash with color
That my eyes cannot speak,
I bleed onto paper as words open my veins
Meaningless yet Meaningful,
Thought itself like a child reaching for a high shelf,
Empty and barren
Full of promise

I sit here alone
Because of myself
Mirrors ask reasons for which i have no answer
I am a blank
A draft for a purpose...

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