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164118's blog: "Walking away"

created on 01/20/2009  |  http://fubar.com/walking-away/b272940

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5'6" approximately 150.Born on Nov. 8th 1974 to a 16 year old mother who fought for me to be here.Hmmmmm?Yup Yup I'm here.LOL=For what?For me and for her.She fought for me and this is her reward. A 34 year old man who can not produce her a grand child. It's all good...My baby sister gave her 3. 2 nieces and a nephew.YAY.....Soooo I'm off the hook.WOOO HOOO!!!! Still don't change the fact that I am worthless.LOL I'm not afraid to admit who it is that I am.A 34 year old male that has never been married=Don't believe in divorce.....No offspring"Good thing"=god forbid a child grow up with my beliefs. Nope....NOT an attempt at sympathy.LMFAO.Nah my back carries that burden.LOL. Thank you in advance to Suzy.(((HUGS))) to bad I'm not the friend to you that you have been to me. I know this doesn't say enough but my world remains guarded by a heart that can't be broken. I'll fight and work just like I always have.Nothing will not change nor will I. But I do still know how to love even after all the silence.LOL HELLO WORLD!!!!Here I am and I'm not going any where.Sorry 'bout your luck.......

I don't write poetry

I don't write poetry I just choose to make my feelings rhyme. Kinda like the chaotic tune played by a wind chime. There is no real rhythm just a sporadic sound. Just like the thoughts in my head go round and round. Hanging on the back porch of a mind that long ago cared. Through many high winds I was some how spared. Countless nights I echoed into the into the night. Playing out my loneliness and screaming some thing isn't right. The storm is to fierce can't you hear my screams. It's destroying our home and tearing away our dreams. The flowers you planted last spring there petals blown away. All because you slept through the music I choose to play. Now tangled and broken my songs end at last. Just a distant echo from some where in the past.

Nothing left

It's easy to turn your back on those who care we do it every day. Only to chase after dreams and the games that strangers love to play. How easy it is to take for granted the the ones who sit and wait. Only to return finding it to be to late. Returning to an empty house where love used welcome you. Now sitting alone in the dark wondering what to do. Maybe opening your eyes to the lies you have been told. Instead of chasing rainbows for that imaginary pot of gold. Throw away your running shoes and choose not to stray. Because believe it or not those who love you can also walk away.
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