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The Cooperatives; unknowingly work together.
Hit after hit, blow after blow.
Further away from my goals.
This time, I won't fight. I won't do my all, to win.
Their foul actions work against my win. To react to their betrayal, would also be a sin.
I am not seeking a tainted resolution. I will wait, unresponsive, to their pollution. I will rise up when God sees fit.
I will overcome all of this ****.
I had a hand in it, I know this to be true.
But a friend is a friend, so what am I to do? Crush them? Break them? Plot and devise? No. I seek not this answer, this I also despise.
The crash test dummy-
Eternal, immortal mockery
if a mummy-
The poster child for " Don't Do This "
an unnatural being that makes no sense to be,
all the lessons learned a little too late.
like a fourth little piggy, with dandelion spindrils, hoping to build my house.
Like a lion dressed like Mickey Mouse-

I'm so old, but I'm too immature to see, the mockery of life being played upon me.
Run! Run! Run as fast as you can, and the hockey stick is set forth upon my path-
Wreck, Scramble, Brush myself off, while all the Decents
point and scoff.
I have alienated myself. All alone now. As I should be. Nothing interests me. No one enthralls me. No one angers me. Pride and indignation are all that I have  I wish I could go back to the humble me for now my pride is false and my humility was true. I wish I never met you
Have you ever loved someone and it felt like Christmas?
Loving them you felt Christmas
Magical and peaceful.
The greatest joy.
Someone I love now and will go on loving for the rest of my days told me this same thing. I know this feeling!
My love leaped. I wish this moment we could forever keep. But now I am old and have lived my life.  My Christmas is late. It already passed. Yet in my heart it will last. When you finally stop trying to make something broken work, true love will find you. And it will hurt. Because you are out of time.
With one foot in the dirt.
Tricked again by life.
You must finally surrender yet never give up is all I've remembered
Pardon the interruption, but I must scream
Wake me up from this unrelenting dream.
The one where I thought everything would be all right.
The one where I'm wrong again.
You're always mad and yelling at me.
But not anymore. Not anymore will you see me.
I had to ban you from my life.
But now you pursue me in the cold of the night.
I've locked my doors.
Locked them up tight.
It took all my might.
All you needed to do was just act right. I'm sorry.
A face that's unknown as it seen in the mirror a traveling vacant can't be much clearer I've nothing familiar to put my energy into so I drift through these lands pouring my heart into the sand it remains unquenched like a fiery abyss all the love and accomplishments I will miss man I swear life is futile it leaves the ego with extensive bruises it's scars the heart and disrupts the soul no one here gets out alive and we all fall into the hole
replaced by many unaware of each other you should go back and not be my lover I'd hooked for more but more of what the sharper the blade the deeper the cut
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