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Post by Man in Black on Aug 18, 2007 0:55:43 GMT -5
Measured Heart I used to have an arena dashed with friends and confidence now my theme is tears
I think it was better once upon a time when I thought it was all my fault and I was afraid to cry
Where are you all now? is it too hard to watch me crumble and recall me snatching you from the ashes
There's been water flowing under here and as I flail about - the bridge blights my face like sandpaper on the cheek I turned
Too late I realize why I was watching over you and put my hand back in my pocket a guide is always on his lonely own
There's no satisfaction in you gaining no inspiration in the way I carried myself and I'll carry off your darkness still
I guess none of you ever expected to see me shuffle off without a fight and allow you to finally measure my heart August 18, 2007 (the first day of the rest of my life...)
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Post by Hermy on Aug 18, 2007 10:16:07 GMT -5
Awww... big brother. Good poem, but sooooo sad. Things will get better, I'm sure. And hey, at least there's some good that came from it all - no more KP.
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Post by lanaia74 on Aug 19, 2007 9:21:08 GMT -5
Superb! Bravo! Applauds!
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Post by Man in Black on Aug 19, 2007 17:51:33 GMT -5
Awww... big brother. Good poem, but sooooo sad. Things will get better, I'm sure. And hey, at least there's some good that came from it all - no more KP. Thanks Hermy, I hope you know that none of that was directed at you.Well it made me feel better to write it anyways... I guess that's as close as I'll get to venting publicly about the situation. I just want it over, I should have never been there in the first place. Lol, it's all the fault of the NCDSB
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