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'03 At Last!
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2003 I can not stand to live for these things,
They cause me to be normal again,
Then again, I got used to those heads rings,
The sounds of the brain when it is out of oxygen.
What happened to me that I missed those days?
Where was I that I do not remember some things?
Who is it in the mirror that I ultimately portray?
When will it be that my life will find a useful opening?
Why is it when I find my path I still feel like a castaway?
How many times do I have to put myself together to be one me?
I lost my emotional color along the way.
I feel black and white, like a damned prisoner.
Drained between two worlds like a wringer.
I have nothing left but to convey myself to a grave...!
Lifeless,
Motionless,
Unanimated....
like this poem......somehow love the opening lines!!
Technically: Not bad.
Emotionally: Seek help.
When we look at ourselves we think, nobody cares, the world would be a better place without me. That is so selfish. You never realize the lives you touch. You were put on the earth for a purpose. Open your heart and put yourself in God's hand and let him lead you to that purpose.
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