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discomforts of life
Time seemed to run quickly into a standstill, and looking back now I question my own freewill. And for those who showed up, they did succeed, To reap for themselves, and get what they need. So I did too, I suppose; in some sort of sense. But they judged before; and I entered without pretense. Older, wiser, and done this before, Whereas I didn't understand what was in store. And as for my freewill; it was there for I'm not a child. But it didn't seem to be quite me, It was slightly more wild. And so quickly into a realm, that wasn't expected, and I let it go deeper than I'd initially directed. So I stopped, pulled back, Made him pull out- of my life. Leaving him begrudgingly, leaving him in strife. I jumped ship as my inner voice said, juxtaposed with a million other thoughts, Spinning 'round in my head. Rejected, Hurt, and Confused he portrayed. Not at all like the movie in his head he'd played. On how it would end, on how it would be; It wasn't supposed to end like that, especially by me. I was supposed to need him, and not let him go. Apparently I 'm stronger than that, and now I guess he knows. Chris Morrow July 9/01
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