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Today, I tried to comfort my 13 year-old self,But there was nobody there, nobody listening.It's so cold over there,So lifeless and sad. And come to think of it,I'd rather be mad.She cries in the middle of the night, hoping one day things would be different.Then wonders "what if" and suddenly she's indifferent. And there's nobody there, nobody listening.I try to make this life as vibrant as can beFor her to finally seeThat this is as good as it's gonna getAnd that there's nothing she should regret.But still she storms off in the middle of the night,Screaming:"Is anybody there, anybody listening?"
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This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.
The feeling of freedom in escaping from urban life.
It's a direc reflection of what most people feel in this century as they strive to survive