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Everyday is a struggle within
And I’m growing tired of my own skin
I wish there was someway out
Of having to deal with myself
I want what I can’t get
A life lived without regret
All that i want you to see
Is how little this fucking life means to me
I’m killing myself on a daily base
And growing tired of this human race
The only thought that’s left is you
But do you know what it feels like to lose
In an instant I could be gone – no there’s nothing wrong
But it seems the only way...
If I want to I could be gone – I promised I wouldn’t stay long
It seems the only way...
Out of here.
2001
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The Hermit!
Our spirits are as one rope and its each strand
Piously entwines the other to be a brotherly band!
Yet my impious solitude lets me have this grace
With all out reverence I cherish the human race
It is but with the people, I can't go hand in hand!
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This is dated 2001, so thankfully you're still here. A lot of emotion. A lot of anger. Sometimes it does all seem pointless.
I'm glad you stuck around.
Mike
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unfortunately i do still feel like this sometimes, but i think everybody does every once in a while.
thank you once again for your kind kind words on my poetry - highly appreciated!!!