So many things I should've done,
Instead I wasted time to none,
Other than the same old story,
Is it you or me who's sorry?
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Not again, not again
I'm sick and tired of the
Same old feeling
How I wish I wasn't hurt.
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So many times it's ours to take,
Because we made the same mistake
Of blaming each other or ourselves,
It's like pulling off both our heads.
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Written June 18 2012
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R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)
PoetryI live and I will die but my words soar high written in skies of paper, allowed me to live forever. - Snippets of my soul in a piece of paper. R.I.P. originally stands for "Rest in peace." Coincidentally, I find that peace upon writing poetry and p...
