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Its Called Regret
Contributed by
vr2776
on
Tuesday, 20th September 2011 @ 06:31:05 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I'm at that place again Where I'm over analytical, critical and feeling undefined I seem to get to this place when I realize where I am at this moment is not where I intended to be yet I'm reminded that its only because of the choices I have made that I am in this place Where I feel I cannot breathe
I ask myself is this it is this all that there is Is this the best its going to get As I contemplate I try to find one to blame yet only one to blame is myself
I had the same opportunities as those who made it I could have been more than I am today Yet I took the road chosen by many and became a statistic Just like society would say I have beaten some odds because some cared enough to place restrictions that saved me saved me from my own desires Had I not had those restrictions then truthfully I would have self-destructed
I can sit here all day and cry, fight or blame the way the world is for what I have become But there isnt anyone to blame as I learn that this a product of all I have done ...
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