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DRIVEN you need to alleviate your stress by laughing at yourself and the madness that drives you further from your self down the long winding road without pause to reflect on your loneliness; your motor addicted to the thine white lie: the difference between what is and what merely might be. how can you tell while in perpetual motion? escaping from yourself the sickness of heading nowhere too fast nowhere that lasts heading fro a train wreck, destination: Final Stop.

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Date: 4/4/2015 7:25:00 PM
Igor, Dropped by to say hi and congratulate you on having your poem selected by Soup's Administration. This is a wonderful poem to have featured on the homepage. ~Always & Forever~ LINDA
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Date: 10/22/2014 9:51:00 AM
Your eyes see things in life others pass by without ever seeing... Try entering some contests.
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