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Life is full of constand reminders of goals; but not everything is as common as telephone poles. Life has its way for twists and turns; but it can leave you scared, and burned. Your goals may fly out of your fingers; but yet it gives no signs of tingles. Words you take in like a stab from a dagger; and after that your life always staggers. You may pass everyday knowing what will become of your life; but in the end your goal may bring pain, and strife. Scars line your body from one end to the other; and you know you cant clean the scars, not even your mother. Your life may end today with pain or sorrow; but maybe it will be held off till tomarrow. Remember that we are already dead; just some parts wont let go, to go to bed. |
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