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A Poem by HappyCookie

Trapped, stuck in grey

A middleground between disgust and adequacy

Craving the comforts of the past

Trudging through the sludge of acquiescence

It sticks to my mind

It sticks to my soul

I feel anger

A falling leaf screaming at winter

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Love this, perfectly worded!

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Added on May 3, 2014
Last Updated on May 3, 2014