I really like this, I can relate to this a lot. It's really good.

I wish I felt as strong as that..
but anyway, really good piece dear.

Too bad shit like that has to happen. I know that feeling as well, I'm pretty sure everyone does.

Great words here, nonetheless. Simple, yet to the point. Nice work.

Take care.

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Metaphor for a missing moment..
Pull me in to your perfect cirlce
~APC

this is excelletn. i am in higshcool and i wonder about these thigsn sometimes too. this is great. Please come cehck out my page too. I would love the imput of such a great writer to lok at my emotionally wrought writing..espically one that knows the occasional pain of highscool. thanks.

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Haressh

~"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." Mark Twain

I like....but (maybe it the lack of sleep talking) I don't really get it. I mean, you contradict yourself. are you saying "I never did anything to you, but now that there's more than one of me, that's gonna change" ??

eh...too tired to do any deep thinking, but structurally, emotionally, conceptually (kinda) I like! ...I HATE being able to relate to things like this, but you've managed to pull off the emotion perfectly
heh...just writing this I think I understand it better

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RAWR.

There's two dimensions to this piece, first is that the me refers to "me" as an individual, then there's we as in "me" when i've found a place amoung those who are disillusioned with society. The first part is me when I was in high school, oppressed and hated. The "me" in we refers to when I went to college to find that there were others who in some way could relate to how I felt. Maybe you can show me what emotions I seem to invoke in you?

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If dying was hard,
You'd reckon life'd be a lot easier.

You want me to show you? Well, I apologize now, this could be long...

The girl sits quietly, curled into her mental corner. Slowly she looks up to see her tormentors staring, glaring at her. ‘Why do you hurt me?’ she thinks, ‘I’ve done nothing to deserve this. Keep your hatred to yourself!’
Unhurriedly she stands, an animalistic fury plain in her eyes, yet completely unseen. The girl stalks towards the true bane of society as defiance materializes and rancor assembles.
She steps up to one of these people, if truly they can be called human, her face barely inches from their own. “Don’t look at me like that. I’ve done nothing to you. Keep your loathing eyes off me!”
Something flickers in their eyes, could it have been fear? Is that from where their enmity stems? “Your time will come, we will hunt you down.”
The girl returns to her corner and sits, but this time more relaxed: legs drawn up, arms resting on her knees, and she stares into the void. ‘Keep your filthy hands to yourself; I’m nothing going to be seduced.’ The glares remain, and she glowers back at them all the more fiercely. ‘What do you want to do to me?’...‘I dare you.’
The girl looks around and sees, she is not the only inhabitant of her corner. She understands their plight perfectly, and knows they understand hers. When many voices join as one they yell, “We are not the meek! Insurrection will arrive!”
‘Why do you stereotype?’ because they can.
‘What justifies this malevolence?’ incomprehension and fear.
‘When have I wronged you?’ when you decided to be yourself.
The girl now knows that with these sheer numbers, justice shall be served. Blood shall be claimed!
But the questions still, will always, remain: Why do you hate us so? What is our transgression? Where have we lapsed?
She sits in her corner, now filled with others like her. They know they cannot be crushed to nothing anymore. They are now a force to be reckoned with. And the have their chant their promise to society:
We will rise. We are the Enemy!

Sorry, I don't know how else to answer your question...

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RAWR.