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Broken, Awoken Memories

Once upon a time. I went running back to it, Probably not the brightest idea, Straight through the glass that was left there, Shattered, battered, and now broken. I was left in a dazed, hazen dream, And now I'm awoken, Broken, awoken, i want to toke, Watch all the pain go up in smoke, And pretend that one day you'll be able to stroke, You're fingertips through the broken glass, The memories can become reality a'lass, And everything can hit me way too fast. Like a dream, I'll watch you dissipate in front of me, Just like before, my eyes will rain in the same old place, As I'm running away again, fading, fading; there you go again.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 10/30/2012 7:05:00 AM
I enjoyed this poem.
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Date: 10/17/2012 1:07:00 PM
we all have a past eh? i find running from it never helps, it always catches up in the end. I've learned to accept my past for what it is. a dark, tear stained, path that has lead me to where i am. stay strong and do what makes you happy ;)
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Date: 10/17/2012 5:17:00 AM
sometimes memories, good and bad, live on...i enjoyed this poem, nice one!
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