by Joshua Bergmann
Like a blind man I struggle too see whats always been right in front of me
Waisted what could have been
I buried it all deep within
Alone I stand, just a man, brought here by my own hand
I'll let this be, live this lie, and laugh at it all until I die.
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10/28/2010
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Poetry is my way of expressing myself in ways that speeking fails me.
Last updated June 24, 2011