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I lie here in the snow,

feeling cold and numb.

Trying way to hard,

to avoid the seeking sun.

and when I see the golden ball,

peek over the hill,

again I will trodd on,

to a place that's colder still.

Searching, always searching,

for the light that becons me,

I flee and scream and scatter

when light car'es the 'rizon seem.

Alone and cold,

I do not tremble,

I'm beyond that now.

I'm like the oaks and pines,

I will not bend or bow.

On and on I carry on,

into the snowbanks and steep inclines,

farther farther and farther still,

I continue even though I've fallen ill.

I lie here in the snow,

feeling cold and numb.

Far to cold to shed a tear,

or call out to someone.

And when I see distant things,

I tried to crawl away,

from the warmth and exctacy,

that the sun put on desplay.

I tried to dissapear,

I tried to close my eyes,

but oaks and pines dont bend,

they break,

and that left me compromized.

I lie here in the snow,

feeling cold and numb,

trying very hard,

to ignore the blaring sun.

the sun returned my health to me,

the light brought back my sight.

again I got back up to flee,

and I fled into the night.

(march 19-2011. well before i was redpilled i was a very edgy and depressed chick. if only i knew then what i know now)

I lie here in the snow, feeling cold and numb. Trying way to hard, to avoid the seeking sun. and when I see the golden ball, peek over the hill, again I will trodd on, to a place that's colder still. Searching, always searching, for the light that becons me, I flee and scream and scatter when light car'es the 'rizon seem. Alone and cold, I do not tremble, I'm beyond that now. I'm like the oaks and pines, I will not bend or bow. On and on I carry on, into the snowbanks and steep inclines, farther farther and farther still, I continue even though I've fallen ill. I lie here in the snow, feeling cold and numb. Far to cold to shed a tear, or call out to someone. And when I see distant things, I tried to crawl away, from the warmth and exctacy, that the sun put on desplay. I tried to dissapear, I tried to close my eyes, but oaks and pines dont bend, they break, and that left me compromized. I lie here in the snow, feeling cold and numb, trying very hard, to ignore the blaring sun. the sun returned my health to me, the light brought back my sight. again I got back up to flee, and I fled into the night. (march 19-2011. well before i was redpilled i was a very edgy and depressed chick. if only i knew then what i know now)

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what was the point of that? seems a bit pointlessly vindictive

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Somebody else once told me to read my high school poetry.

[–] [deleted] • 1 pt

thats a good idea, reading old poetry is a nice way to reflect on the past and see how far youve come.

this guy is so mean spirited, i dont get whats so funny. i usually ignore things i dont like or just post my opinion on their post. this guy really went out of his way to gang up on me. kinda feel like a kicked puppy

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Don't worry about it. I admire the fact you had the confidence to share your poem with us. I have loads I wrote decades ago and no way would I post them online, so good for you. You're braver than me.