opening my eyes to each new day,
words fail me.
words fail you,
what can I say.
exsiting in this so called life...
twisting the same
self inflicted knife,
opening old wounds
no matter how small,
infecting me
in my veins you crawl.
Anthony Robbins can't help me,
i can't take a pill,
My fate is carried by your will,
or mine...
i'm going to lose everything again,
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Anthony Robbins is a motivational speaker
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such a sad write honey! i'll be realy good now i have grown up
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excellent......so much of our time wondering, why?
as we repeat and repeat -
Dear Elemental angel: Good way of expresing yourself with this write. I liked it a lot! Love, Janjan xoxo
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very haunting!poor anthony robbins
he helps me!
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a good poem that is expressing a ime of anguish it appears to me, knowing that all which you have is to be gone soon, life, love, perhaps both.
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