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M E | || |/____/ Happily Forgetting it All
P A | || |\ \ ir file number 050
U L |____||____| |____| released 10.08.00
L I | || |\| | by linear
S T |____||____| |____| we're just fucking with your mind.
E Y even_god_reads_it
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[revised 12/06/00]
Allow me to explain this textfile. This is a sort of poem, although
it is not broken up at a bunch of lines like most poems. It's a really bad
poem full of sloppy ryhmes. Most of my poems come out like this. That's why
I don't write poetry for IR.
Anyway, I was bet that I couldn't write a poem in under a minute
during class the day I wrote this. So I tried it. And this happened. I know
it sucks, but I thought it was kinda cool, in that "LOOK!@!#$ LAME POETRY!"
way. Lame poetry is funny.
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And now I understand how it's so easy to forget, As long as you have someone
to forget it with. It's kind of funny how the bitterness that I could never
seem to resist has left me now and I unclench my fists. And those memories of
you and me and them at that place where I never want to be again - They don't
mean anything to me anymore. I've started to forget what it was I at one
point thought I cared for. The replies that I had to your lies and all your
good-byes - well, they're no longer worth saying. My mind no longer feels
it's necessary to keep replaying. Replaying all the things I could have said
at one time that never got out but sounded so perfect in my mind - How could
I be so blind? But maybe I never really was, maybe I just closed my eyes to
pretend - Because my pride had been tarnished and to shut everything out was
the only way to defend. So maybe I'll stop trying to parody a style that
isn't mine - but it helps to clear my mind. A better cure then time. Almost
as clean as companionship - and now I can finally happily forget.
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