The sort of doggerel many teens write, and so did I... but they may help someone maybe... you are not alone...
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Notice
I have stopped
and will not go
Let the fool world surge
relentlessly ahead
I''ll turn my vulnerable back
and come what may
I have stopped
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Here stand I, so resolute
that if the ceiling were to fall
and strike my head, and slice away my shoulder
the wad of flesh
would mock the gesture
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See also The Thought and other poems by Andrew Alder
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