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Dear life
Contributed by
remi
on
Wednesday, 29th June 2005 @ 02:17:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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DEAR LIFE (THE FORT)
MAY 4, O5
4:23 AM
I don’t understand the people here like the boy I’m talkin to when ever I get a hold of him then I’m talkin to him how do he expect me to feel comfortable going to step 2, 3, 4, all the steps in a relationship, u can’t expect to feel at easy with u.
The same thing goes with friends and people I know 2 mths, 3 mths, 7mths, weeks and hour or seconds in life in all the time spans u can’t find anything to call or email me just to see if I’m still well and ok, to know that the heart is still beatin and still locate in the chest
DEAR LIFE
The fort it so cold here and so lonely and distance always disconnect I guess the fort has this invisible wall that block out the rest of the world where they are the ones to blind to see
In the real world that where I from until I move here, where we have some fake people but not a whole little town is full of fake people
Now I see why people like the south and people from it and the people from the projects
See where I from we valve what we have cause it took a lot of bumps to get them we have a code of conduct
We do believes in honor, loyalty, ethics, and valve and friendship all the relationship we knows good friends are hard to come by and we know being their for them come with the torridity of friendship our shoulder is always their for u to cry on.
Always their to lend on, their for ur cryin and raging out cause some boy hurt u or the parents were out of line or the parents were just not simply their
But I were, always gonna be, see that who we are just because u don’t live by a set of rules and honor, valves, ethics
I’m moral force to live by them that what make a person and a good friend
The hottest day in august in the fort feel like the coldest
I know who taught me like there are a lot of people to think, but the one mother I always think I call her Detroit see Detroit can make u or break u, u can be it ***** or it fighter u can be their victim or they prey or they survivor
When Detroit first saw me she knew that it didn’t have to ask she saw in my eyes that I might get knock down but I get up
That friends can count on me and I have always kept my promise even when u question that I don’t
Even thou u would come to my face and question my character and loyalty
But I remain the same I’m their for u even thou when I’m sick and tire of u, yeah surprise their some days I don’t want to hear it from u but I remain their the same
See real friends are they for the good, the bad, the ugly, and the annoying, always their to catch u always their to protect u when u needed it their to hear all the words not selectin time when it convenient or times when u feel like being their
Well I’m their all the time, no select ones
My shoulder is here for ur tears no select ones
U can lend when needed no select ones
U can complaint no select ones
U can cry don’t have to be prefect on the same success latter no select ones
I don’t select, only when chooses friends
I have never selected just ur good and select to turn my back on ur bad
NO SELECT
Pandora La Rue
Copyright ©
remi
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Re: Dear life
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by lovingcritters on
Wednesday, 24th May 2006 @ 02:18:14 PM AEST
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Amidst all your sadness and anger, you still have a soft spot in your loving heart! To reach out and let others know that you are capable, and better yet, want to take their part! To let them lean on you Remi.
I honor you
Warm love
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