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Oct 2009
So blind
to not see
what I've become.
Hope
Is for suckers.
I don't learn
from my idiotic
choices.
Once I've rescued
my heart
from the gutter,
it is submerged
into a pile of
steaming ****,
from my own doing.
You'd think
falling on my face
so many times
would teach
me a valuable lesson.
Nothing could be
further from
the truth.
I am to the point
of giving up.
It seems like
the right
thing to do.
But, I know
I won't.
I have to push
on and see
how much longer
I can go.
One day.
One day,
I will see the light.

Some day.
Michael Bingoff
Written by
Michael Bingoff  TN
(TN)   
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