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You ask me for dinner, 

You ask me for life, 

You ask me for help,

Every single night. 

You ask me for money, 

You know we don't have, 

You ask me for everything, 

Everyone carries a little bag full of marbles,

But I didn’t get one.

I have to carry them myself,

And I managed to,

until I realized something,

This is hard to do.

Most people don’t notice

I was born a Wednesday’s Child of Woe.

Born the year of nothing-

Before the End-Of-All.

Born 11:52 am, November 21, 2007.

slipping out of eyesight

through windows

and out back doors

in the dark of night

with only the stars as witnesses.

slipping through thick forests

carrying sweet-smelling woven baskets

Who am I

Who should I be

Who do I want to be

Who should I want to be

All these questions laying about

Rambling inside my mind

Who

Who 

Who

I can't live life

When I was four I wished for five, 

When I’d be in Kindergarten

When I was five I wished that preschool would come back again

Again at six I wished to age

At seven I wished the same