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Three years.
Dont give me a time when its timeless.
So trapped now here in this wooden womb.
The lid nailed shut with memories forgotten
to spite myself.
Anything to make it easier.

Forgotten memories, completeness, everything sown.
And for what?
Hatred, lies, regret-all reaped.
And feeding me so umbilical.

Two weeks.
A time with meaning.
Distance. Never seen. Not existing.
Then confirmed.
And shrouded, all of us
surrounded by memories stripped of meaning,
stripped of anything to comfort
me and only me.
So hungry for it to change just one last time,
to back before it all had changed.

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by joeyjoejoe3

Absolutely devoured and empathized with those last two lines. How true those lines sound to anyone with the misfortune of having what i could refer to as "backward vision".

( Posted by: wrdekle [Member] On: August 14, 2004 )

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