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Array ( [sid] => 186346 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => As Each Day Passes [time] => 2019-06-29 19:34:06 [hometext] => A sad, tragic and fictional poem. [bodytext] => I/'/m having to live with guilt because my best friend ended his life.
He decided to kill himself because I ran off with his beloved wife.
I told him that he wasn/'/t worthy of her and she was somebody who he couldn/'/t satisfy.
I didn/'/t know what I did and said would hurt him that much and make him want to die.
We became friends at the age of six when we were kids.
As each day passes, it gets harder to live with what I did.
We were such close friends that we became blood brothers.
We declared that no matter what, we/'/d always be there for one another.
But he killed himself and now he/'/s buried in the ground.
I betrayed my best friend, I can/'/t believe that I let him down.
As each day passes, I know more and more that I don/'/t deserve to live.
When I look in the mirror, I see the face of a man who I can never forgive. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 60 [topic] => 8 [informant] => randyjohnson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )

As Each Day Passes

Contributed by randyjohnson on Saturday, 29th June 2019 @ 07:34:06 PM in AEST
Topic: AmericanTragedy

I/'/m having to live with guilt because my best friend ended his life.
He decided to kill himself because I ran off with his beloved wife.
I told him that he wasn/'/t worthy of her and she was somebody who he couldn/'/t satisfy.
I didn/'/t know what I did and said would hurt him that much and make him want to die.
We became friends at the age of six when we were kids.
As each day passes, it gets harder to live with what I did.
We were such close friends that we became blood brothers.
We declared that no matter what, we/'/d always be there for one another.
But he killed himself and now he/'/s buried in the ground.
I betrayed my best friend, I can/'/t believe that I let him down.
As each day passes, I know more and more that I don/'/t deserve to live.
When I look in the mirror, I see the face of a man who I can never forgive.

Copyright © randyjohnson ... [ 2019-06-29 19:34:06]
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Re: As Each Day Passes (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 30th June 2019 @ 05:50:46 AM AEST
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any type of wrongful affair could have
this guilt one at the time not be aware enough of.
surely there are a lot of things folks do not think through
like suicide, or people would like about suicide after the fact, no, they got hit by a bus, it was that damn 37 line,
oh that, my my, that/'/s an awful line, it will get you
every time. the old 37 line, it will get you every time.
Peace!

Re: As Each Day Passes (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 30th June 2019 @ 06:06:42 AM AEST
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wow, that/'/s amazing what I just wrote did not come out like I thought.
what I meant was people have affairs without thinking through the hurt it might cause.
Or, people commit suicide without thinking through the hurt it might cause.
And, when someone you live commits suicide, typically in the past folks would feel afraid to admit that their loved one committed suicide, so instead they would say that they got
hit by a bus. They would say they got hit by the 37 line bus.
And then their friends would say, oh my my, that old 37 line, it will get you every time.

You know, the 37 line, you get on at Poughkeepsie, and it takes you to Fishkill,
In 1996 the animal rights group called PETA suggested the town change its name to something less suggestive than violence towards fish, but the townsfolk of Fishkill
declined.

Peace!

Re: As Each Day Passes (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Sunday, 30th June 2019 @ 11:02:28 AM AEST
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That last line is a twist...
Typical mindset of a selfish person.
Great writing.

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