Epic Irony

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And just when you think you have it all, life comes back at you with a distinctive call, that tells you lifes not perfect...for all that it's worth.

and to whom it concerns

this fate surrounds me, like a dear caught in headlight; it always astounds me.

and to whom in concerns

this is my paradise; a world with no advice.
A turning point for me, and when i count to three...

it's gone...like the one you love, the one you cared about most, the one you thought you'd never let go of.

It's gone...and you can't change that. Not now, not ever, not then.





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Denali.B. said...
Apr. 14, 2010 at 2:43 pm
This is a really great poem...
 
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