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Some people dream their career,
Some dream their love,
But when both are in the gutter,
What are my dreams now?
I have nothing but the pieces.

What purpose do I have left in life?
To sit at a computer and program useless shit?
To write what only I will read?
To envy those who hold a hand?

I used to dream of being a hero,
But how can you be a hero,
When you're the one who needs help?
©2007-2009 ~KOTB
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Just dug this up on my computer; I don't know why I didn't upload these things in the first place; instead I just put them in some random folder in my computer and stumble across them one day.

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It makes me think that sometimes we create our own traps in the act of finding a release or escape.

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