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Remnants of a Forgotten Man

Contributed by thewordzwithin on Wednesday, 15th September 2004 @ 06:03:33 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



The small, very small fragments
That make a man, a man
Are all but chipped away
I only wish there was someway to delay
The day I am no longer myself
The day I put myself on the proverbial shelf
Is a day I guess I can no longer escape
Its almost like you committed rape
Only you were the perpetrator and the victim
An act of self mutilation you cant get out your system
I only wish I had the wisdom
To see things as they were
Like when I should have did it for myself
Instead of doing it for her
Like when I should have seen things clearly
Instead of looking at a blur
I sold my soul for a glimmer of the bling-bling lifestyle
The jury found me guilty, and there wont be a mistrial
Guilty of being someone I was not
No probation here
They want me to rot
Rot in a shell I once knew
My insides are broken
I couldnt but them together with crazy glue
Theres only one hope for me now
And thats to return from whence I came
And maybe
Someone will remember my true name




Copyright © thewordzwithin ... [ 2004-09-15 18:03:33]
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Re: Remnants of a Forgotten Man (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Wednesday, 15th September 2004 @ 08:45:32 PM AEST
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Wow this is very sad.
Does this mean u r going to an actual prison or was it jus an exspression?
It's not your writing that I question it's meaning but I jus wanted to get it clear in my thoughts.
This great writing even in it's sadness.
I'm so sorry your lost your grand mother.
pm me any time.
luv, huggs, prayer, faith, hope, peace, joy,
emy


Re: Remnants of a Forgotten Man (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Wednesday, 15th September 2004 @ 10:46:46 PM AEST
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good write.




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