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My Promise
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My Promise |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
There use to be promise, In tears from souls, Through winds of future. The streets are still weak, With homeless monopolies, And careless politicians with heavy suits. I live for others, Yet still struggle with the mirrors passions. There needs to be a medium, Where I love myself, Before being peoples legs are my constant mission. I think of refuge, And how companies feed off of sick, While pretending life is about being healthy. The bridge falls for the lower classes, And rises for the heavy hitters. The pines and vines, Are simply camouflages, As people reel from horrible ears of intuition. The positives of air through sun, These are fortresses we can salute to. People grin with their full bellies, Believing money is funny with two kids and a house full of six bedrooms. I live life because I want to save the man downstairs, Then change the towers full of powers that are recklessely abandoning our sacred lives. I care for you, but I love the obstacle. To bleed for my neighbor is my only mission. |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
wow. I hear you. I really do. this is so profound. there is strength in this. its a little abstract. but that only makes me like it more. |
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s1nfully_1nn0c3nt Senior Member
since 2003-10-26
Posts 1105Watertown, NY |
I live for others, Yet still struggle with the mirrors passions Dont We All, At Some Point in Life...Great Write. "Trina" Happiness Runs From Me, For I Am It's Enemy, Anyone Who Has It, Is Someone I Envy... |
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