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    dots Submission Name: Lake Trashdots

    Author: obscureone
    ASL Info:    21/m/MI
    Elite Ratio:    1.36 - 1/5/7
    Words: 257
    Class/Type: Poetry/Nostalgia
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       A poem I wrote around the time I first moved to Michigan from Southern California.

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    dotsLake Trashdots

    The snow outside is finally melting, but I feel like I'm only growing colder. Slowly people start to crawl out of their caves because spring is around the corner, but I only isolate myself more. I sit outside and smoke my cigarette, my mind half empty but nowhere near at ease. The white trash drives by in his over sized truck, smiles fake and waves. I only hate him that much more. At the local supply shop I overhear two of them talking about how they cant wait till deer is back in season. I think to myself, "If only there was a season that justified killing you." Its nice outside, this area polluted with lake trash today, so i take the back roads on the way back to my cave. I'm slowly losing my interest in humanity... I cant stand them. Along the back roads I run into just as many as I would on the main road, but they obviously don't have any more interest in me, as I do in them, we exchanged glances, and an awkward "hello." Finally, I made it to my cave. I stand outside of it and smoke a cigarette. The white trash drives by in his truck, being polite I smile fake, and wave, like I care. I realize now I'm no better than any of the lake trash around me. They all hate humanity, why else would you live out in the middle of nowhere? The only question on my mind now, is when deer season begins.

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      i really like your piece, i think we all have a little lake trash in us tho :) good write!
    | Posted on 2011-01-15 00:00:00 | by scardnscared | [ Reply to This ]

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