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By Marshall Hann Submitted by blessed23 Date: 2007 Sep 10 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.10.21.42.24169]] |
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I'm giving today everything I have: every ounce of passion, every entrancing breath, every step I take with pure just intent given away as gifts Every single thought that has managed to attain worth offered up in hope that I will bleed no more when tomorrow finally arrives I move, shuffling along sometimes without any will (survival becomes an unexpected test) I just want to find her: That Girl dressed casually in truth and faded jeans that has a pure heart - she will understand me) These women (plastic that walks and breathes) that I have held have so little true worth; I am disgusted by your attempt at meaningful conversation (Standing beneath a fresh snowfall what do I have left but this lonely journey) |