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i hate you, i hate you. oh and i hate you.
by Olivia Weinkeinshe said, " sometimes i am too much
like water. no substance and oh, the way
i can run through fingers but leave no permanent
trace behind of my presence and the way i can
fall, fall, fall down with nothing ever too real to
catch me. this is my defeat, my silent demon, my
quirk that becomes less and less quirky and more
complicated. a disease that gets harder to live with."
and he could only say, "well, rain on me then."
as if that could just solve EVERYTHING.
04/30/2003 Author's Note: ick.
Posted on 04/30/2003
Copyright © 2025 Olivia Weinkein
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/23/03 at 03:08 PM With all the water imagery it was hard not to think of baptism or drowning.... or both at the same time. Great work. |
| Posted by Barbara Griffith on 06/23/03 at 03:42 PM I like how the man in this seemed to think he actually could solve everything by saying that simple solution. |
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