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[bodytext] => A Poem... I've fallen into the trap that was set unknowing by the one who seems to know my weakness better than I do. I've fallen into the dangers of worrys and troubles and strife. And why? because I was being ingornate of the enemies devices Because I let the enemy come into my thought pattern, and literly demolish my thoughts and replace them with his. But I can't fully give him all the credit for this masterpiece that he's created because I'm the one who let him in and let him destory my thoughts, my feelings, and why?..because I'm weak. I'm weak and he picked on that and he tugged on me til finally I caved in and gave in and now looks what's been done... Oh how I wish I could piece things back together again because I can see piece vital piece falling apart and I cry because those pieces are pieces of my heart It's gonna take so much now to place them back and piece them back to there rightful spot and be constantly on watch because...they've become fragile. But still I can't just sit here in my dispare and worry about whats going on here or what's going on there I gotta release my mind from the foolishness and the snares that the enemy tries to place apon my path. Need to rid of these things that hold me down, need to take a clean bath Need to let go of past hurts and pains and memories that clutter my mind Because those past hurts and pains and memories are what's gonna get me left behind. I can say sorry for all the things that I've said and done but it's like sorry becomes just a word...especially when there is no action behind it show it. Time is beginning to slowly slip away. My hour hand and minute hand are beginning to slowly decrease in movement...I must act fast before my time expires. Must move fast before the things that I want and things that I have pass through my life and never return. I'm hurt but on the outside I can't cry but inside my soul cries and it longs for change. Longs to be renewed and re glued back together with the pieces of my heart. Need to rid that "sugercoating" spirit before sugercoating gets me into some stuff that ain't gonna be suger(meaning sweet) I could beat myself up, but what is it gonna change? Who will beniftt from it? Who would even care? nobody..but myself. So instead of beating myself, worrying myself, stressing myself..I'mma better myself, correct myself, pray for myself. Because when it's all said and done..I gotta be strong. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 142 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Justpoetic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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