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Contributed by
Street_spirit
on
Saturday, 16th December 2006 @ 08:22:42 PM in AEST
Topic:
surreal
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When fallen to pieces a soul of a hurting body reaches out and trys to grab hold of last gasping piece of reality one has left.
weither the gasping grip of the soul is enough we will never know so we ask..Can destany choose how one lives there life or is it just a sicological plot to make us think we have no control?
or
When fallen to pieces must one trek across the vast lands and pick up the pieces one has left?
But what if one has to many burdens and one can't travel to refresh life?
A wise person once said to me. Follow your heart but now there is nothing to follow.?
I must acknowledge what is in front and in the future instead of smother myself in the past.
Think of love, riches, glory and ambition, forfilling that ambition and reaching heights man can only wish to reach without wings.
For now my love I must leave, leave to pick up my pieces before its to late.
Copyright ©
Street_spirit
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2006-12-16 20:22:42] (Date/Time posted on
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