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The Victim

I know it is my own fault that I brought everything that happened on to me. I always seem to make the wrong choices or take the wrong fork in the road. Like picking the incorrect dress for a special party or dance. When it comes to men invariably I pick the wrong one, the one with no substance. Who else can I blame? It is my lack of judgement that makes me a victim. Seems to be my destiny in this life of ours Yet I am also a survivor.

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 8/15/2016 7:56:00 AM

Hi shadow, I enjoyed your poem. One small change, I think auto correct changed fork in the road into Folk in the road.

Bl Devnath

Date: 8/14/2016 1:44:00 PM

Beautiful poem having a great social outlook. Well done. Hugs, Cloudy poet, BL

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/11/2016 7:05:00 PM

Oh, so this tells me that the victim can also be a survivor then!! They can be dead OR alive? A very interesting contest and thanks for the example. It reads very succinctly. Also thanks for my win in your last contest.

Daniel Turner

Date: 8/11/2016 5:26:00 PM

A very honest write which all can relate. Nobody makes the right choice every time, we're humans.

Steve Tomlin

Date: 8/11/2016 5:17:00 PM

It is sad to read. Nice flow to the write though. I like this pace of writing: honest, sincere, gentle, humble, and strong.