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	Scott's Poetry Page \| home Untitled \| Smile \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Wish \| Untitled \| Thin Line \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Where do I go? \| Rearranged \| Fiery Grave \| With Every Breath \| What is there? \| Untitled \| Untitled Rearranged I write the words that you read, but understand you don't, rearranged to fit the meaning you want, crumpled into piles of junk wastfully laying around, filled with pain, filled with hate...filled with love, all things you don't see. Meaningless gestures, meaningless thoughts, quiet moments that I've now bought, reasoning with the impossible, arguing with nothing, a failing want. Quietly sitting, thinking, changing the world inside a mind, trying to understand a self and mankind, robbed of him, thought of as nothing, no direction...pointed straight, I wont' miss, its only one pull away, a life I don't need, one I dont want... Cry out from here, but no one hears...sorrow felt, but no tears.