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[title] => Brighter Days
[time] => 2015-02-08 21:29:41
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[bodytext] => It is not all pleasantries, my life that is.
No ticker tape parade for an old dog learning new tricks.
Only silence greets me when I walk in the door.
Dog gone days ago, stolen in the name of petty, just to twist that blade once more.
Only hollow empties await, madness taking a backseat for this long enduring ride.
A gambler on the roll, loaded dice and a faltered soul, I sit in jaded shadows.
It is the echoes of laughter missing from my walls.
The white ring around my finger glowing in darkened times.
Reminding me to turn the page, nothing more to read in this old story.
Like a drop of water falling down deep wells, my fall was just a small ripple.
Nothing more than a splash in time.
Old vices keep a calling, my deaf ears are my only blessings as I await brighter days.
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