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Brass Irony

Contributed by Beyfoxman5 on Tuesday, 26th April 2016 @ 04:20:57 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

but I/'/m so slow, sometimes I have to speed up the stop
I enjoy food that grows from the ground
But I/'/m so tired sometimes, that I don/'/t want to get up

I/'/ve been told that I/'/m lucky because of my condition, people have to be nice to me
Tell me-would it be nice to be trapped in your own body?
But it/'/s impossible to erase the mages that are already in my head

I/'/ve told people over and over again, DON/'/T LIE, CHEAT OR STEAL
and while explaining this I tell them stories of when I lied, cheated, or stole
Growing up I worried, fearful I wouldn/'/t have things that other people had
Now I realize-The less I have, the more worry free I am

I used to have a never ending desire to please other people†
Now, I/'/m most at peace when I tell people the truth

Copyright © Beyfoxman5 ... [ 2016-04-26 16:20:57]
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Re: Brass Irony (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 26th April 2016 @ 04:39:55 PM AEST
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I absolutely adore the honesty in this. It/'/s heart-warming. But, I/'/m worried about your condition, and why people have to be nice to you.

Re: Brass Irony (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Tuesday, 26th April 2016 @ 07:22:39 PM AEST
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beautifully expressed, yes indeed, truth:)

hugs n/'/ love nessa

Re: Brass Irony (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Tuesday, 26th April 2016 @ 09:12:29 PM AEST
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Raw power at its finest.


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