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Much Yet To Be Written- Part I
Not a day will go by, that I don't think about her. But when I think of her lies, I just want to hurt her. When a man has given all, he can't push any further. And it's a very short process, that drives him to murder. So choose wisely your steps, and your pathways through life. Stay aware of your options, and always think twice. For when a mans life resorts, to the edge of a knife. It's a tell tale sign, he's grown cold as ice. Now it's a sick twisted world, we find ourselves in. Driven by hate, and swallowed in sin. The mentally strong, may call those like me weak. But you tell me now, who's humble and meek. For if you've never hurt, the way that I do. Then you're no expert, on how to get through. So you place your faith, on inanimate things. While I place my hate, on cold reality. But who's to say who, truly knows anything. And who draws the line, on what's giving everything. For one hundred percent, is one hundred percent. And my hundred percent, is what I resent. If I hadn't given all, I'd still be on my feet. But here I am hollow, left in defeat. So push me as far, as you think I can go. Then open your eyes, and enjoy the show... CONTINUE ON PART II
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