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Edited by
shapirobo
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Sat 12/29/12 07:50 AM
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Just woke up from a dream that was no dream at all
saw my whole life flash in my brain from what i saw if i were to die today my life will have been of no great impotence all my life i've been torn into two between being something or being nothing between doing what's wrong or what's right it's like half of me is trapped in the dark the other half shining in the light i'm no villain but i'm also no saint now i'm old but the fight still goes on i don't think it will ever come to an end. it's tough hanging on the balance of two opposite ends where every good deed is replaced by something bad you did in time you realize your life resembles the edge of a blunt sword on your opponents chest 'completely useless' 'to die alive' is the most ridiculous phrase ever said by any man sane but when your life is a real experience to whatever the man meant the phrase makes more sense than any proverb you ever heard. my life defines 'what it's like to be dead!' if miracles still do happen if you ever resurrect from your death you'll find out first hand what it's like to be me 'a walking corpse' a zombie to the human race. these days i can't even stand to look at myself it's easier to believe in hell than believing i once liked myself in the bathroom; i'm staring in front of the mirror; i'm searching trying to find myself what! who has taken my place? i can't recall seeing this face anywhere else before today. everyday i lie on the couch all day my mind very far away trips down memory lane walking on lines of part events none worth a smile only more pain if you've never seen ghosts before well, you haven't looked through my eyes yet my every single deed has come back to haunt me maybe the devils proclaimed all evil break lose on me. all these aches have taken a lot away from me, it's ironic, how the more i pray the more i break, sometimes i ask myself 'what happens when you run out of reasons to live?' then i stand still as i try to listen i hear no voice calling out my name maybe my mission's complete, my life has come to an end and all that remains is for the grim to collect on his debt. sometimes i just take time to cry at the back of my head i know the tears i shed won't turn what's black to red but crying makes me feel better about myself, sometimes i wish i could drill a hole to my brain to let the pressure get away another hole to my heart to drive the pain away but as you well know 'wishes are not horsebacks for horsemen'. just like an entrepreneur takes risks in her businesses i too have taken big risks by investing my adult age in helping people out of misery in war stricken states i thought when people depend on you it can change the way you look at yourself but so far nothing has changed i'm even in a more deeper grave than i was before, i've discovered the hard way life's not your business place where there's something to gain from all the stress you get, for every extra hour spent but life's a temporary living experience depending on the choices we make everyday |
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WoW! This one takes me down a very sad and lonely road... excellent expressions.. but heart and soul breaking...
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I cant describe or put words into this, because im lost in thought. To many things come to mind. Excellent
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