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wounded
Contributed by
FireStarter
on
Sunday, 15th February 2015 @ 11:11:20 AM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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I'm too young to feel this old
where the hell did my spirit go?
My prides been shakin', dishonor has been placed
how the hell can I save face?
There's nothing left here for me but my sad, sad soul
how the hell can my heart heal this woe?
I want to grow and be set free
how the hell can I make them all see?
Leave this place and all of the lies
how the hell am I supposed to say goodbye?
Should I walk away from it all
or should I be grateful for what I had and let myself fall?
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2015-02-15 11:11:20] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: wounded
(User Rating: 1 ) by Waynster on
Sunday, 15th February 2015 @ 03:10:22 PM AEST (User
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Very good write!
You, if this is about you and not written in third person, sound confused. You yourself need to set the stage for your life and walk through it all, being grateful and also strive for success and not let yourself fall!
Wayne |
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