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Alone III
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The Sad Shit alone.
lonely.
only me.
standing blindly seeing, the truth.
proof, in it's rarest forms of my destiny.
testing me.
hoping to pass.
alast! i'm free.
knowing that this freedom thing cost.
lost, in a worldwind of dreams.
it seems that even believing in self is hard.
scarred from ways of other peoples hearts.
tart, as mouth watering failure.
taste it.
wasted, time that can never be obtained.
pain like exploding from a womb.
doomed to mediocrity.
it's killing me inside.
i can't hide form my fate.
alone, the debate of living life before experiencing love.
Oh wow, that's crazy that I read this one cuz about an hour ago I commented on that Exscreamly Hostile one and I said the exact words Proof and Truth together, and here they are in this poem, one right after another... whoa... guess I was meant to come to your page today, instead of any of the other days that I was tryina get a chance to stop by here, but didn't have the time to read too much- today it just so happens I have time to check out more than one piece- lucky me, I really think you are such a wonderful and insightful poet- I think every poem totally hones poetic skills to a gleaming sharp penpoint of a sword -every single piece we write has a major impact on poetic growth- I admire you so much-your lyrical prowess, your athletic achievements, and your scholastic dedication- I hope that next year the overseas league thing works out for you- I'll be lookin out for ya in the pros- be sure to let everyone from def know so we can come catch a game or two- and I sincerely hope that it won't be long before your 'alone-ness' turns into you experiencing true love soon~