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His life is like a high speed moving train..
At least we all see it that way
He's more like the platform.. A motionless life
Or perhaps the tracks... Taking the beating of life
He has no where to run from himself
No window to throw up out of
Trapped in his body that causes only the worst type of feeling
Stepping in front of life was the only way out

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©9 January 2012 - 7:09am — Fitzgerald
11 January 2012 - 2:44am — patriciajj
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Brilliantly composed and

Brilliantly composed and unsparing portrait of dispair. Love it.

11 January 2012 - 3:31am — Fitzgerald
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Thank you so much.

Thank you so much.

9 January 2012 - 10:15am — SSmoothie
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This my kinda thing for sure

This my kinda thing for sure the plying with the words awesome "he stepped infront of life" that's gold! Very serious and well written poem cheers SS

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."

9 January 2012 - 7:06pm — Fitzgerald
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Thanks alot. This was about

Thanks alot. This was about my uncle that we lost about 3 years ago yesterday. At times life can be too much for humans. It's something people will never understand.