My wisdom drains me through.
My whole is just I knew.
I don't know what to do,
I just knew who was who.
Can you feel my ache?
Can you only take and take?
Surround yourself with glue.
It seems just what they do.
I wish for them the best.
I wish for no contest.
I wish that I could enjoy
the things you seem to do.
A story line to you,
is a life cord to me.
All you do, is go straight threw,
to hurt and then excuse: (me)
A narcissistic view,
a child like persist,
I do not think that I am this
but, if I am "I do.",
phenomenally.
K.A.P.
5/12/2009
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