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Sep 2013
I have broken the silence, my wounded heart cries out,
tattered, torn,broken and worn, soulless, I am left without,
we connected, we wooed, in secret, we shmoozed,
she was born, we tried, we failed, but only I am forced to lose,
this desolate place, these confusing times,
the surrender, I remember, no dots connected my lines,
my sobriety brought sanity, some vanity and pain,
no bottle to bring compassion, only cold and wet in the rain,
now I strive to forgive, not blinded, I will never forget,
you have wounded and deceived, it put me down on my knees, without regret,
but I survived, I'm alive, now awake with open eyes,
thank God he took away the only one I have despised,
see I made it, frustrated, I took your worst and created,
a new life, a new dream, new wealth as it seams,
new plans, new future, new everything, with new means,
so to whom do I thank, this lagging and dragging ball on a chain,
that had lost all their might so resorted to blame, what a shame,
no I thank me without that nothing is possible,
I am rinsed and cleansed of all responsible,
not lost anymore, day by day now in stride,
*******, **** them, the whole lot,
Signed ............. SURVIVED.
Written by
Arturo A Cantu  Portland, OR
(Portland, OR)   
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