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The chronicle of my life (Somebody Helps)

Contributed by eazy6886 on Wednesday, 13th December 2006 @ 02:04:35 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

If I could start over
I wouldn’t revolutionize anything
With all the **** I have done
If I’m asked of what I have cultured
I tell em’ that I’m still learning
There is no end to this seminar
The lesson of existence is immeasurable

Obscured in my own grief
Trying to stay sober
My history keeps popping up
What is it that I be worthy of this?
Have I done the almighty soreness?
You have given me this existence
In the existence of the devil

Hatred in myself
I’m delimited by this disgust
A soreness that I have obscured deep inside
With headaches like the hammer adjacent to steel
My anger materializes from my spirit
Disobedient
I start to envision

Looking for this spirit
Somebody facilitate me
Something that can make me tranquil
From my youth’s chronicle

Stumbled upon a abandoned heart
A person with a serene consequence
Giving me all my desires
Love is at my spirit
Forgetting about my life
Life of the times of yore

In tranquility with my essence
Loving my additional beating heart
I will overlook my life chronicle
And initiate fresh
With the person I stumbled upon
Forgetting the chronicle of my life

Dedicated to my girlfriend Manow, she has given me so much yet I have returned hate. I hope she understands the love I have for her and that all bad things said is from my past, my hate and my pain. Will my love grow stronger for her so that I can forget about my past. Thanks my love, you have given me something that nobody can. You make me want to be a better man in the world. Love you.

Copyright Â© eazy6886 ... [ 2006-12-13 14:04:35]
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Re: The chronicle of my life (Somebody Helps) (User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomVampyress on Wednesday, 13th December 2006 @ 04:12:17 PM AEST
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wow beautifully written and im sure she knows.. this is a very well expressed piece
good job

Jenni

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