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searching life

By to some i am a poet

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i search for the meaning, will i ever find it? when i open up a new door, i always look behind it. sometimes i wish i could take my life and rewind it. i walk away from darkness towards light but i only get blinded by it. i know i shouldn't stay where i'm at, maybe i'll just try it. for now on i'm going to take my life and look inside it. become what's in my heart... never again try to hide it. it's just real hard to do though, it's hard to abide by it. life... i feel like i've died by it. Written March 29th, 2002 © on Mar 29 2002 12:58 AM PST   0 • 10

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