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Through toil great wisdom instilled in my box
In that case I reckoned that I am a blessed fox
But it seems to me that all in vain
Because of my succumb that I can't refrain

Alas... Death to its fangs all our knowledge will be wrack
And who knows what's beyond death, might be all totally black
Are we still sting with the same looping dilemma
In the land of dead are we still haunt by this kind of enigma
Bold and Shameless is a book written by yours truly in the year of 2002.
Everything that has happened to me
Everything that was painted with color
Everything that you called beautiful
All of them were memories

The past was yet a little piece of my life
It was nothing but an ugly thing to me
Thinking about it, remembering, reminiscing
All I hated

It all brought back the thoughts of you
Brought back the fervor my heart had
It wasn't love that I hated
It was you, only you

I let the knives of the present cut
Cut all the pages of my life
Where you were in it
Tearing it all apart

Forgive me, I never wanted this to happen
But you just did
And I don't know how long it will take
How long 'til I have completely forgotten about you

Slowly, the colorful memories got all mixed up
It turned what you call beautiful, black
But there was always this one spot, white
I don't know what it is

But I have a feeling it's still...
*the four-letter word that I used to feel for you.
when im the only one on the road

1 AM i'm leaving all alone

all the things that i could say

would never make these feelings go away


i just wanna know how you feel

wonder if the things i think are real

really bothers me when you say

what you said to me a certain way


i deseserve all the love in the world

you dont know that its not true

because i wouldnt know what to do

i keep thinking that i wanna die


I miss the blue color in your eye

reminding me to keep finding time

a million miles away but so close

thinking of you is another dose


i wish i could feel nothing now

ill build a wall and shut you out

love you too much for my own good

i wish you understood
 Nov 2015 Adam Childs
Sana
If only I could preserve her motherhood in a bottle of glass, I could have forever slept in the luminous embrace of its hypnotic tenderness.
Dedicated to every mother at HP.
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