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TastMaster
Contributed by
Shadowman
on
Friday, 9th September 2011 @ 09:21:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
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The life I live, the price I pay,
doesn't mean a dime if I turn away..
For hatred surrounds and pain it abounds,
around these factors my life is wound.
How is it so, that to you I must go?
Why must my life be riddled with sorrow and woe?
Can I escape this tension that you can cut with a knife
or will it ever plague me my entire life?
All these questions and more I genuinely ask
For the answers however, will I be up to the task?
The task to see it through to its end
The task to have a will that never breaks, never bends
Copyright ©
Shadowman
... [
2011-09-09 21:21:06] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: TastMaster
(User Rating: 1 ) by shelby on
Saturday, 10th September 2011 @ 12:15:41 AM AEST (User
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This poem gathered round my heart.
Thanks for sharing.
Michelle |
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