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[aid] => mick
[title] => My death of Uncertainty
[time] => 2007-11-12 15:24:35
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[bodytext] => What the future holds, sometimes I wish I knew. I just don't understand myself sometimes, I could always blame it on something else, But is the really reasonable? Maybe it's just me, and theres something wrong, Some loose connection in my brain, Or maybe Im jus selfish and spoiled, Or possibly, I just don't know what I really want anymore. My life has its ups, and then it has its downs, It's almost always up though, whenever you're around. I miss her, where is she? Can someone bring her back... Can we go back to the way we were, Cause even if it wasnt that great then, It was fairly simple. And simplicity is beautiful, And I need more of it, But life doesn't like to make things simple. Sometimes I feel slightly autistic, Im always in my own world with these thoughts. Bizzare some of them may be... It's good to be in love, But it has its complications. Especially when you're me. I can turn a side in moments, From happy to angry and upset. And I was just wondering, Do you ever get a comment that leaves a bad taste in your mouth? Don't you just dispise that? C'ause I know I sure do. I was doing so well, and everything was right, Till that one little phrase, whatever it may be, Just put me in the foulest of moods. Can I just make it clear that life is strange, A love and hate relationship we have. Moments so precious, you wish they'd last forever, And that would be just fine with me. But then when you get back to reality, You realize that there are so many unknowns, And you'd rather sleep for weeks, hell even months, Than wake up to face the next day. Drawing hearts on fogged up windows, Leave my mark wherever I go, You will find me. But to what purpose do I really serve? What's the point of my existance? Im unstable, Im trouble. I distract and influence. I can't let go, Can't commence or begin. Uncertainty will be the death of me.... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 228 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Xxnights_childxX [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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