that's what he tells the children if I remeber correctly
22
374meters. 17
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17seconds 17
Equals 22 meters per second
I feel like everyone is against me. The looks from the crowd staring into my soul but not quite seeing the real me but the things that tear me apart. My opinions are invalid and it is what it is because no one bothers to listen. To have a leaning shoulder is nearly impossible when you are the shoulder others lean on to feel secure. All the pain is bottled up and when a little seeps out everything is against you ,because no one will truly understand how every word stabs me deeper and deeper until I’m lying dead on the floor with no pulse. It’s only what they see that is true to them, but what society expects is what is accepted, because my feelings are invalid as if I’ve I put a coin into a coin slot and didn’t register like it was supposed to. They don’t understand how I feel and just toss my feelings like trash that pollutes my heart. Day by day it only gets worse and I feel the hurt, deep inside of me as if there is no way to harness love to save me because no one cares.
- [Alicia]
This is one of my favorite memoir/poems I’ve written, please give me credit.
