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Oct 2011
What are these words?

What do they say?

Can they tell me if I'll make it through

Just one more day?



But what are all these words about?

They make me scream.

They make me shout.



Some say they're an outlet for the soul.

They're such meaningful words, they say.

But they're taking their toll.



Can you help me?



And then she came.

The world was new.

I thought she could help me,

And so did you.



The time was now.

The sky was blue.

But I really wasn't sure just what to do.



I hesitated.

I lost my mind.

I guess I let her slip away this time.



And now I know what those words were about.

Words all with hope.

Words with no doubt.



I guess they just weren't written for me.

That was very easy to see.



But today I heard a beautiful sound.

I guess I was proven wrong.

I felt as if my life turned around.



So I walked and walked.

Until I found a mirror.

And wondered what it was doing here.



Then I knew to turn around.

All I saw was a fiery den.

I realized it was all just a trick,

I had to start all over again.



I felt like a fool being toyed with from above.

But sometimes, I guess that's love.
Trent Sackenheim
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Trent Sackenheim
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   Marissa Burts
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