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[title] => What to Do
[time] => 2004-04-28 13:19:14
[hometext] => This is a bunch of wandering thoughts that were going through my head after a long day .
[bodytext] => What to do I’ve had this choice of options in my head Should I go or should I stay Should I take that hate What to do what to do Do I really know I’m asked so many times What does this life mean to you What does love mean to you I don’t have the answers Really I don’t have any answers How come children die? Someone asked me one time And I could only answer with Because they do What kind of answer was that No help None at all What the hell was I thinking Maybe I wasn’t More then likely wasn’t I forget to think sometimes Think before you speak I’m told time and time again But if I think before I speak Then I never say what I mean I guess its normal to have to censor myself now a days You watch the hate , the crime , the murders and rapes You watch the children die The innocent killed By the evil The truly evil in this world And they get away Free to go You’ve done that crime You paid you’re time Now your free to go The only people that are ever free Are the ones that should never be And I thought I knew a lot Till I really learned Now I know That I knew nothing When someone comes to me Looking for the answers What am I going to say Life is short Live it as fully as you can Remember not to hate There is evil in this world Truly evil don’t let it , them get to you don’t kill or die trying to live Just love and be But that’s not easy It will never be easy But then again easy is not all its made out to be Life is going to try to beat you down Break you Wreck you Ruin everything you are And everything you’ve worked for But you can’t let it Things happen , people die , cry , love and bleed in the end it all means nothing But it’s a hell of a ride getting to nothing And now that I’m sitting here alone Just me and my head My thoughts With no one to answer to No lies to make up To set peoples minds at ease I have a list of options floating around up there And all I can think Is What to do What to do [comments] => 1 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 61 [informant] => Shadowygirl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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