There will always be that point in your life when you feel like Robert Frost in his infamous poem The Road Not Taken. The last part goes this way: 544 more words
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Fragmented Mirrors Of My Mind.
We twist this way and that.
A dance for 2.
A deadly tango.
You’ve followed me around
Sleuth in the darkness of the night
I stir clear of traps that entices… 22 more words
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I’ve lived meaningless lines and lines.
None had brought me comfort,
But by the weight of your hands.
And time had passed.
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I feel like absolute crap this morning. I woke up at around 7 and I just felt a massive weight on my chest, like my emotions were weighing me down. 240 more words
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