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zeusthamghty Junior Member
since 2010-06-20
Posts 45west virginia, usa |
Everyday as I sit here, There is nothing to do. But, I sit here anyway. I start thinking. Thinking about my life, And what I never did. Then I start missing the old days. Missing the high school, And all the people in it. I forget that I’m here And I slip into my memories. I remember my friends, Girlfriends, the teachers, And that I had very few enemies. They were always there for me. At times I feel like just crying, But, there are no more tears to cry. Before I got here, I never realized how much I truly had. But now that I have nothing, I think of those things. And I want to go back. Then I snap back into reality And I realize, That I will never, Be able to go back. So I push on, And hope, for the very best. |
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zeusthamghty Junior Member
since 2010-06-20
Posts 45west virginia, usa |
another one from my late teens early 20's |
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zeusthamghty Junior Member
since 2010-06-20
Posts 45west virginia, usa |
another one from my late teens early 20's |
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Earl Brinkman Senior Member
since 2010-03-03
Posts 1183Osaka, Japan |
We can never go back but we have to keep pushing forward. And you know what, even with all the horrible curve balls that life may throw at us at times this thing called life is precious. So please make the most of it. |
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