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be happy for me now iím sorting things out

by  dr_mandrill

Posted: Thursday, February 5, 2004
Word Count: 79




Donít panic!
I wonít take their medicines.
Iíll slyly palm them,
Crack open the little capsules,
Stockpile the contents Ďtil Iíve enough to drug the guards.

No-one need worry:
I wonít stop.
Though reaching for the stars
May not get me any closer,
Iíll stretch up anyway and enjoy the exercise.

I canít let you cry for me.
I donít deserve tears.
I know Iím abnormal
And there are things Iíll never have,
But I think maybe Iím happy.