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Its more like a nightmare
than a dream
only i am to care
and to hold this grim
its like I'm being striped
torn to shreds
or a fool thats been tripped
i look upon myself as the weeds
in the garden of dreams
i cannot change whats to come
or if i would withstand the whole time
but not everyone's a rose
thats just how life goes.
- by endeavour_knox |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/27/2009 |
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- Title: Chosen path
- Artist: endeavour_knox
- Description: Sometimes i wonder about people's lives, not the great ones, the ones that tried their best and when i think of it. I see the strenght and well the poem explains the strength but when they see the worst coming.
- Date: 07/27/2009
- Tags: chosen path life flowers pain
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