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Where do you turn, when your time has come.
Slipping in behind you around you..ingesting you. What to plan, what to wear, what place to show and bare. Back-home so all can take part, wow, this is like filling up a f-ucking shopping cart. Go to rest many shall pray, he was the best, other's will say. Life just ran its course, heres to all that remorse. IT's like everything has no value now, just that last second of the the last hour. Who to say goodbye to, who to say oh yah, F-uck you,to. Who to stay with, to be by my side, or just run away, hard and fast on that last, wild ride. Greeting Jesus as we embrace in Heavens new home to live. Making sure everyone knows I will let them off, for ALL of you,,I forgive.but SOME did make this time closer to be. I lived to have no confessions NOW, for all I have lived, are. I shall see many old friends and family there,,,but, what of here? Black dead ink,,really on here, thats all we all are,,SPENT! gone |
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Edited by
Ainjel
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Sat 03/05/11 06:01 PM
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...Reminds me of those I take care off who have no friends and family that come to see them for however long they are in care, then stand and cry and wail about how much they cared and loved them at their funeral...
All goes back to the "we came into this world alone, we shall leave this world alone"...Nice write T.. |
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someone once said "if you can't come see me while I'm alive, don't bothering coming when I'm die"...or something like that..
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Life is something we all strive to live and feel it,,as it happens,,,death is something we all run from and hate to even glance in its direction. Yet THEY BOTH,,shall rule are every breathe before we have them both united within our souls...
Thanks you two for feeling my thoughts and sharing your hearts.. |
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someone once said "if you can't come see me while I'm alive, don't bothering coming when I'm die"...or something like that.. My Mom always said, Give me the roses while I live... |
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"Black dead ink"...really says it for me. Thanks Terry
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Where do you turn, when your time has come. Slipping in behind you around you..ingesting you. What to plan, what to wear, what place to show and bare. Back-home so all can take part, wow, this is like filling up a f-ucking shopping cart. Go to rest many shall pray, he was the best, other's will say. Life just ran its course, heres to all that remorse. IT's like everything has no value now, just that last second of the the last hour. Who to say goodbye to, who to say oh yah, F-uck you,to. Who to stay with, to be by my side, or just run away, hard and fast on that last, wild ride. Greeting Jesus as we embrace in Heavens new home to live. Making sure everyone knows I will let them off, for ALL of you,,I forgive.but SOME did make this time closer to be. I lived to have no confessions NOW, for all I have lived, are. I shall see many old friends and family there,,,but, what of here? Black dead ink,,really on here, thats all we all are,,SPENT! gone you are always real bro |
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nice write!
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Thanks everyone for taking the time to read this,,and reply.
Death and living,,walk the same road... |
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