poemranker ::Weary by erin35

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Weary

Member since 2005 · Posted 7 Feb 2005 · 1 comment

I am a misplaced soul, weary of waiting for time to find me. I am losing momentum, looking for my bliss. I am gaining speed, racing toward the end of this life. Wait! I forgot to do something... ...time finds me too late.

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[9] sliver 7-Feb-05/10:26 PM Reply
Yea, I feel it too. What can ya' do?