Untitled 3.26.2013A Poem by CameronJust needed to put thoughts on paper/computer screen.
If thoughts and intentions were worth a cent,
then I'd be a millionaire. I am swamped by them as I lay in bed, unable to claw my way past the walls that surround me, and it is beginning to make it hard to breathe. It would be nice if there were some grand point, some reason given to us at the beginning of it all : "Welcome to the world. This is what you are here to accomplish, and here are the tools you have been given. Oh, and there are a lot of people watching along the way, so be sure to impress them." Instead, it's all such an empty slate. We are simply placed here with various drives, all of which are competing for your attention, and expected to deal with them while striving for something. You aren't really told what it is you're striving for, but if it's different from what everyone else is striving for, then you are doing it wrong. I feel like I am doing it wrong. But, really, at the end of the day, I do. Not. Care. © 2013 CameronReviews
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Added on March 26, 2013Last Updated on March 26, 2013 AuthorCameronHIram, GAAboutI'm a 24-year-old male who has been disabled for about two years now. I love writing, and playing with words is one of my favourite things. more..Writing
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