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20toes Junior Member
since 2009-07-26
Posts 42AZ, USA |
Spun Who is the boss of me Does anyone know I wish he would take charge I wish he would show I walk around Feeling empty and lost Caught in the web Of which he has made No one to catch me Or see when I fade This world is hard It is beating me up Like I am the fluid And it is my cup I have no real options I have no real choice Because I am silenced I can't use my voice If I said stop Then would things change Would I survive Outside this range If I could beat it Just this one time I would Then you might see That I actually could I walk in the clouds, I sing in the dust |
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therightside Member
since 2009-12-09
Posts 64USA |
I relate well to your work, I dealt with many of the same issues when I was younger, however things have very much changed, and they will for you also. You have talent and I enjoy your works. Keep it up! I look forward to reading more of them  Really liked this line in particular: "This world is hard It is beating me up Like I am the fluid And it is my cup" Such a unique and interesting way to describe what you are feeling. |
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SlowlyFallAway Member
since 2008-08-29
Posts 279North Carolina |
"Like I am the fluid And it is my cup" Couldn't have put it better myself. |
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20toes Junior Member
since 2009-07-26
Posts 42AZ, USA |
thanks! i appreciate it :-) I walk in the clouds, I sing in the dust |
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