I guess I fell short.
Short enough to realize,
That everything has to start over.
Again and again,
The sequence will repeat itself,
So I can find out just who I am.
Over and over,
These long hard nights,
Will drive me crazy.
No one to talk to,
No one see,
No one can help,
My mind drives its self under,
When ever someone gets too close,
To the truth.
You think you know me?
You don’t,
And neither do I.
Every replay,
The outcome,
Is something different.
Every night,
Something more,
Is revealed.
Every moment,
Something changes.
Author notes
Nope. Just needed to write something. Creative writing shouldn't include memoirs!
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Comments
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i like this alot. it relates to how i've been feeling latly. very nice
favorite line: Every replay,
The outcome,
Is something different
loove that
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C'est la vie!
Well that's life sweet-y...nothing ever stays the same and the minute you think you know yourself and what you want that has a tendency to change as well...Change is as topsy turvy as the whether you can look outside an think's going to be sunny and hot all day until suddenly it rains and that's what life is like, forever changing and forever a bitch.
Awesome write and I am glad I stumbled upon this.
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