Ripped and torn, my life is pointless.
What began as a quest to find myself
Is now a raging inferno of caged emotions.
An eternal search for originality-
No more.
I am not me.
This is not my life.
If you don’t mind, I’ll borrow yours.
Copy and paste here.
No, not stealing!
I’ll give it back…
Once it becomes as hopeless as my own.
~Aubriana Jamese Johnston~
Written January 17, 2007
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