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[aid] => mick
[title] => Until The End! The Days Actions!
[time] => 2006-10-15 10:02:47
[hometext] => A look into how one thought can run into a million more. Its amazing what can happen when youre in pain! MaJ
[bodytext] => -------------______________---------------------- The things we never said, but we always knew were right there. It's got me on my knees in a bathroom, Praying to a God that I don't even know, "Well, dear Jesus, are you listening? If this is the one chance that really matters, Well, don't let me mess this up. If you'd told me about all this when I was fifteen, I never would have believed it." On a balcony overlooking nothing, With snow falling all around, Well I, I called just to say "Goodnight". And you hadn't done anything wrong, And know, really, really, it's me not you. One night we lay beside each other, so close to a sweat with two fans circling overhead, we sleep on borrowed time and the traffic lights direct empty roads, the stars can't break the city sky but they still try despite what they know is already true And tomorrow we'll take aim, just like a storm waiting for a calm I can feel everything coming in my chest, my heart's already pounding my head's on far-off highways, on a road that never ends might drive into something that looks like a sunset, and it lasts forever, and i never look back From hoboken to l.a. from portland to gainesville from the great plains to niagara route 66 straight to california electric lights carry the night We move in 4/4 time our feet on wheels and in the sky yes we're going cause we'd die if we stayed here and those dying dreams will carry what's good, and real, and pure and the rest can burn in hell And for the four-year-old girl found dead in a dumpster shot by her mother, her eulogy, the sound of construction through head-to-head traffic today is just another day. and just growing into the things that i've always hated Every shortcoming has trapped me, every mistake is now my own infinite failure so I steal every minute I get every advantage is taken when no one's looking I hide behind closed doors, and I don't stop until Im the person i've decided I should be I wanna be a shot heard round the world, unstoppable this distance is not something we'll regret from here, and now, and today, and forever, and days after that till the very end! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 21 [informant] => MajesticPoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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