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From this being I conjure mysterious games
Like I can’t read your signs as I’m switching from lanes
I’m blinded, insulted, and completely confused
How could I ever let my good intentions feel used up and abused?
I’ve held out my hand, lent you my ears, even gave you a shoulder
My radiation was warm and open-hearted, but your heart kept getting colder
The closer I bring myself, the more often I am hurt
Expectations of a bond, has only brought my conscious to highly alert
Of your games you’ve been playing, and crushing my pride
For once just be selfless, just open up your eyes
the beauty within is icy cold
the beauty without is fresh and springy
the beauty within is dead and lacking
the beauty without is less than you are thinking
God before we compete today,
we come together as a team to pray.
Please watch over us from music start to finish,
it wont take that long just about three minutes.
God, all we really want is some help to succeed,
so here's a little list of the things that we need:

We pray for..

Stunts that are solid and tight.
Arms that remain by our side.
Flyers that are confident.
High "V's" that are never bent.
Cradles that are caught up high.
pointed jumps that truly fly.
Tosses that soar through the air.
Judges that are knowledgeable and fair.
Spacing that is on the money.
ENERGY THATS LIKE THE BUNNY!
Motions that are sharp and snap.
A loud crowd that likes to clap.
Voices that deeply shout.
Thumbs that do not stick out.
No bumps that happen while we're passing.
SMILES THAT ARE EVERLASTING!
Endurance that keeps us strong.
Teamwork that cant go wrong.

But mostly God, we'd like to have
A routine that is injury free.
And if you see it in your heart
A FIRST PLACE TROPHY FOR MY TEAM AND ME!

So God, when your work is done,
And your no longer needed here,
just take this little thought with you
Amen.
I always tell him that he's perfect,
yet he sees his reflection with no respect.
I can't imagine how a boy so brilliant,
can think of himself as insignificant.
Whoops
I can't help but feel you won't ever love me.
And believe you me, it hurts more than you know.
I thought we were friends.

Oh.

I thought we would be together until the end.

Oh.

So, what now?

...

Are you still listening?

...

We lost something that should have,
            Could have,
                                                Would have been.

And all you can say is,

*Oh.
How do you even title

How do you even poetry
I walk a winding, ruined path.

Little keeps me going, yet it is so great,
only one thing that makes me continue.
Valiant foes still try to sway me,
even though they'll never win.

My heart extends to those who can't see,
yearning to show them what makes me smile.

Great and powerful.
Old and wise.
Dead, then brought back to life.
Hah. Tricky tricky, Mitchie.

Alternate title: Uoy Dog Ssleb
She haunts my every thought, my mind and my soul. I wish I could tell her so she would also know.
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