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It hits me hard, like a brick dropped on my head, I was not expecting such a drop, it almost killed me dead. Although I realize my overreaction, once I begin to walk straight, as I realize, it must be fate. Think will fall upon me, and obviously I will be hurt, but to carry one with it in my heart, will only cause it to not start. I must learn to let go, and release this pain, learn from the experience, and remove the stain. As I see others holding these grudges, I must learn to carry on through the puddles, and when I am walking, and the brick falls on my head, I must remember this is lesson to look up, as I am not yet dead.
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 3:56 AM UTC
A brick falling on my head
It hits me hard, like a brick dropped on my head, I was not expecting such a drop, it almost killed me dead. Although I realize my overreaction, once I begin to walk straight, as I realize, it must be fate. Think will fall upon me, and obviously I will be hurt, but to carry one with it in my heart, will only cause it to not start. I must learn to let go, and release this pain, learn from the experience, and remove the stain. As I see others holding these grudges, I must learn to carry on through the puddles, and when I am walking, and the brick falls on my head, I must remember this is lesson to look up, as I am not yet dead.
A fun drunk poem.
mst
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 3:56 AM UTC
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