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they talk behind meso hear i am starring you in the face say it again say it again I DARE YOU! ill savor every excuse you make just delay what im about to do to you gods not hear to forgive you only me and im just a man who holds a grudge go on tell me the truth let me turn around so you can say it to my back I know thats what you like to do no im not like you and thank god for that because your a coward Im spitting insults to your face and all you do is sit there sit there and lie to me say you never said that well i think thats a lie Ithey talk behind me
by ~broken-and-smiling
broken hallelujahI still remember long before I found this road That long narrow path with the simple iron rod The sides of the road all covered in shadow and sin I emerged from that shadow with a second chance To find that paradise at the end of the road A second chance to hold onto that iron rod and never let go Eventually the bar begun to get harder to hold on to The path seemed to dim of its glory and passion I could hear the snickers of the demons and sinners lurking in the shadows Tempting me Teasing me Mocking me There was I time my hands gripped that bar so hard I could feel nothibroken hallelujah
by ~broken-and-smiling
one tearsome were a solider cries one tear as bombs explode and bullets flash he is reminded of home when his mother cried as he tells his decision as his father cringes at the thought of this war hes reminded of the crying wife who begged him to stay home he kisses her and tells her he must leave to defend his home he thinks of the son so young he wont remember his face to young to know why mother is cryingone tear
to young to notice his father is gone he remembers his family, friends, and neighbors all of them teary as he saw them off it isnt until
by ~broken-and-smiling
regretAshamed, embarassed hurt and feeling down. The knife shines a glare in my eyes, it whispers things to me. tells me ill be fine, tells me not to worry, tells me he'll take care of everything. Others just tell me to get over it. But what do you do, when your obsticle is to high to climb. The pain to much to bare. The knife whispers promises of love and happiness. I make the first incision red lines mark the knives tracks. this is what he does best. He doesnt make me feel better just makes the others feel worse. They seeregret
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