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In memory
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In memory In memory It was yesterday a million years ago When we were young and did not know How deeply words could embed themselves In the core and being and spirit of ourselves And they say move on and simply forget Realise the bullies never harbour a regret Those years of life spent hiding your The numbers of times you felt a total disgrace A life as a failure life and Never one of the strong bright or cool No place hide as world exploded All of the self you were building corroded Sure since then you build a patina of being Someone worthwhile for others be seeing Yet within the hurt and torment lingers And you know them as well as your chewed fingers The bullies and psychopaths lurking in your way So you avoid them and seek safety each Because your younger self was theirs with which Take your younger self and from there all confidence flay You wonder how you got through without a gun or a pill On those days when you had had your fill When the only reason you could find survive Was not give them the satisfaction of you not being alive. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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complete change of tone from what I usually post on here....but you know.....when the Muse calls..... Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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Now that was morbid but poignant Mulleen. You captured every bullied person's experience accurately. It would make great lyrics.  Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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it is like an eclipse something light you miss a way of knowing that your days of youth were crap. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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