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| forgotten solider |
 Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 4:41 pm |
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Joined: 12 Mar 2007
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The bitter stench of ash is in my nose as the fire burns out my eyes and eats me alive its no surprise on how I arrived to this point I walked right through the door id give anything to see one last time to take this all back and get back in line I wish to fly like a bird I want to leave I want to run away I cant stand this every day, the fire turns to ash and then dies out it leaves me scarred and hallowed out
Some days I wish I wasn't here, I wish I couldn't feel. that none of it was real, just an appeal to the senses, to cause a moments bliss, rather then die without knowing what life is, my stomach ties in a knot like falling down a cliff, I'm tired of taking up this empty space every day same thing every month every year all the same nothingness repeats its self all over again just to wake up the next morning a hope for a new but it wont come.... they never do
The wound is healing, my skin is pealing, once again I have no feeling, my determination is as solid as a rock on which I find my strength, the gloves are off, its time to fight one last round, I realize now I cant give up, standing tall is always tough, when you know they will call your bluff |
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