Second Chance

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The Mushy Stuff

Crusing throughlife, causing heartache and strife.

A hurricane of dreams some helpful some mean.

Pretending I don't care.

Even my spirit has wear and tear.

Smiling through the pain, going against the grain.

Sometimes showing my fangs to the wrong people.

Praying that this life has a sequel.

A second chance.

I'd take a different stance and try my damndest not to mess this up.

I think I would have better luck if I know then

what I know now.

Never allowing myself to settle forsecond best.

For once I'mk looking forward to that eternal rest.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

? this just ame off  the top of my head

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