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The Reality of it All
Contributed by
allforyou
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Saturday, 5th February 2005 @ 12:17:39 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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My mom told me she misses me today,
and I said "Why? I've been here everyday."
"No," she said, "I miss the Kara that was always nice,
and always happy."
Well, that Kara has been gone for a very long time,
and I told her that I really hated life.
She said I need to find a way to be content again,
I need to find a way to end my inner strife.
And if I knew how, I would free myself,
of the shackles of depression,
and siphon your delectation into my soul.
But I don't have any hose or any hope,
or even any erudition of how to go about doing so.
I used to ask God to make me happy,
I'd pray to him every single night.
But God has forsaken me in a foreign land,
he's planned out my life but left me without a map.
I am absent-minded and doomed,
roaming blindly, I learn the hard way.
Mirages of mentality, nourish my thirst for sanity.
A single touch of reality and I am back in perdition.
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allforyou
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2005-02-05 00:17:39] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Reality of it All
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Monday, 28th February 2005 @ 05:41:21 AM AEST (User
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"he's planned out my life but left me without a map."
How original - I must read more of your work. |
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