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death on my floor,
baby on the way, who said it was me? that devil of a man? smoking gun in who's hand? her, my best friend its her mother on my floor, nephew in my womb. its her brother, we're both doomed! now secrets flowing off our tongs, like rivers precious secrets run. how could children parent a rebelling adult? she was sick we all knew still not much we could do. her, my best friend its her mother on my floor an empty pill bottle right there by my door! how dare i even beckon to say the very last words her mother spoke onto me... "if you take that baby, if you walk away Tay you've killed me" she planned this right? it was meant for me... his own grandmother, how could she induce death into me? |
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Edited by
s1owhand
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Fri 09/14/12 06:48 PM
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there is nothing fair about death as inevitable as life a greater part of life and so i cry we go on |
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there is nothing fair about death as inevitable as life a greater part of life and so i cry we go on beautiful worlds i know they're true this greater part of life most seasons new its autumn, it's rain it seems to stand still so we cry my best friend and I tears spent we go on in hope next autumn will be new |
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To everything there is a season, and
a time to every purpose under heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war; and a time of peace. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 from the King James Version....Hope this helps Tay!!! |
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Very, very, deep on so many levels......
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Give me some sunshine ,give me some rain
give me another chance i wanna grow up once again there is nothing called fair or unfair in life we only reap what we sow nice deep meaning poem keep writing thumbs up to you |
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Leigh, thank you so much im going to send that to my friend as well.
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Leigh, thank you so much im going to send that to my friend as well. Oh sweetie, you're so welcome!...It really puts things into perspective doesn't it!...Have a great weekend!! |
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