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No Name Poem
I don't want to know who I will be.
It's bad to know what you'll see.
It's sad to know what you'll believe.
It's mad to know what you'll leave.
It's crazy to see your lost dreams.
The thoughts you'll soon conceive.
The things you'll start to concede.
The anger you will always feed.
The loss of any type of conceit.
The sadness you'll learn to keep.
To know who you'll no longer be.
They are now no longer me.
Copyright © No Name | Year Posted 2016
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No Name Poem
There is no retry.
There is not a checkpoint.
There is one try, to get across your point.
No do-overs, no re-do's.
No starting over, no take-two's.
No retakes.
No sequel.
Leaving mistakes.
Keeping all evil.
Copyright © No Name | Year Posted 2016
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