Poetically Retarded

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    Poetically Retarded

     i lay in my bed
    i swear im half dead
    these walls scream your name
    they remeber the pain
    the lies you told
    are getting old
    and yet they keep coming

    i try to hold my head high
    but i cant keep living my lie
    walking around zombielike
    cant get the wheels off my trike
    im doing all i can
    to move on and find a real man.


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    ImStillHere commented on Poetically Retarded

    09-09-2010

    i can definatly relate :/ all us girls can do is try to shake it all off and keep in going. :) i hope you fing your real man, hun.
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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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