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Plateau
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Plateau |
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MERCURY Member
since 2003-04-16
Posts 190Ireland |
There doesn’t seem to be too much left in the tank these days. I get up half-heartedly, Weary from lack of sleep. I lift my right arm as my left is still searching for some blood. My face feels numb, unkempt and unloved. My newborn legs struggle to keep up with my movements. As my eyes flicker and tick to destination sight, The day ahead fills me with sadness. “Same old same old” reverberates in my dusty mind. Maybe if I began peddling backwards I can get out of my life cycle. At this moment a glorious vision of my youth implodes within my memory bank. A wry grin comes like a tsunami to my wet drooled lips. This is the plateau of my day. |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
Maybe if I began peddling backwards I can get out of my life cycle. ~*~ There's a thought. Enjoyed. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yep....I know how ya feel! I could use a little change myself  |
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