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Jun 2012
Tonight I throw the gaunlet away,
Because I just don't give a ****,
I've tried to save me from myself,
But everything looks better another day.

Picked up the pieces of my wanton past,
Looked in the mirror and saw a boring man,
Held onto memories as long as I could,
But now I just want to lie down and sleep.

How things just don't end up as we planned,
Took me into a deep, deep well of despair,
For such a long and lingering time here and now,
A zombie was my best impersonation of all.

Called everyone I thought would tell me sense,
Checked all the neighbors, who didn't care,
Waited patiently until my patience stole away,
While sitting on my front porch chair at night.

Maybe, I'll just give it one more good try,
To vanquish my sorrow and pain I have,
While waiting for the miracles that never come,
To try and reinvent me one more time.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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   Indie Rodds
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