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High School there is no excuse for prerequisite longing, for the aching void that can never be filled. the dreams of the proclaimers are nothing but sermons to this shallow athiest mind. you cannot sedate want, cannot put away the thoughts of things you covet so deep. therein lies the root of evil and heartache. human suffering, human sacrifice, it is all, and will ever be. we are the masters of our mistakes, and each one brings us closer to our ruin.
Why do you lie so?? This poem, and the others you diminish, is a wonderful one!! Just wanted to let you know that someone likes your silly "high school" poetry. They are deep, meaningful, hearfelt, and a bit mysterious with a broad range of interpretation. I like this one! :o) -luv, May