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Other Things trapped in my mind is a picture
its of my life as i lived it
its called a memory, its a mixture
reality is like bein hit
u may have a had a bad life
either that or a good one
but who cares who at the end of the knife
u get one chance to live, so run
memories is a great pain to have around
but the good memories overcome the bad
as we go through life livin on the ground
my memory could make u sad
but we don't have to live in the past
live life to the fullest and you'll survive
make new memories to overlap the last
ur mind is busy like a bee hive
never sleeping, goin through the files
the files of ur memories my friend
when ur dieing u remembah the miles
the miles of memory u have to the end
this is a really good poem. i like it a lot. its like-life isnt all bad-there's actually a lot of good things. but we tend to pat closer attention to the bad things. ya know?