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I sit in the darkness, Yet recently I've risen into the sun. Should I go for it? The line has been broken before, And it paid off.. Yet I am blind of the edge now. I must prepare for the journey Instead of packing at the last minute. I have huge potential, if only I could loosen up. She knows naught of this though, She sees through me, not wanting the full picture. I have feebly failed before. Sometimes scraping by, I make progress.. Now it comes to a close, And I see an opportunity has arisen. Our distance seems to bring us closer than ever Yet deep down, I know the ending. It always has the same ending. But i must look forward. September comes to a close, but, October looms ahead. Leaves die, yet buds are born. With every day comes a new dawn And I see light in the shortened evenings. All is not lost. The game has just begun. Who will draw first blood?
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC
September
I sit in the darkness, Yet recently I've risen into the sun. Should I go for it? The line has been broken before, And it paid off.. Yet I am blind of the edge now. I must prepare for the journey Instead of packing at the last minute. I have huge potential, if only I could loosen up. She knows naught of this though, She sees through me, not wanting the full picture. I have feebly failed before. Sometimes scraping by, I make progress.. Now it comes to a close, And I see an opportunity has arisen. Our distance seems to bring us closer than ever Yet deep down, I know the ending. It always has the same ending. But i must look forward. September comes to a close, but, October looms ahead. Leaves die, yet buds are born. With every day comes a new dawn And I see light in the shortened evenings. All is not lost. The game has just begun. Who will draw first blood?
padraig_fox
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC
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