ah that fake glow of belonging--a 20 year old wannabe stomping her feet at the gates of heaven demanding to be let in--all them poets vaguely peek at her, but none really stirs a muscle--some places you just have to earn your way in
"go away now go away" finally one cries out "live a little then come back"
"oh but living is simple and perfectly ordinary i have long ceased to be impressed by living"
"we know we know but go back nonetheless"
"oh but you don't understand--i was lost and trying to decide what to do with my life and then i heard from a comrade about a story i have written and it all shifts back into focus"
"we do understand we do understand but we plea you go home"
"i shall not i will stay here and wait to get in or die trying"
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