October 3, 2012
By , Elma, IA
Sometimes we reflect on life
We see what works
What doesn't
we know new things
We didn't
We review cold, hard, painful facts
We feel anxious
Sometimes it's not knowing
What's going to happen that kills you
The murder is like a knife
Ripping you apart from within
The deep dark secrete that form your life
You learn- but who will trust you?
Sometimes you can't fix
What you have morbidly ruined

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