I'm not sure how this is going to turn out,
The words aren't fully there.
All I know is I have this urge
To write and, thus, share...
My mind, lately, seems so full of thoughts,
Yet empty at the same time.
Words and such all come to my head,
Yet none of them seem to rhyme.
I want this all to make some sense,
Yet I know that the effort's a waste.
Because either way you look at it,
This was written without much taste.
All I can really say is little,
And all I can do is small.
I want to go out and save the world,
But I'm not that strong at all.
Maybe someday things will change
Maybe someday I'll grow.
Maybe things will work out right,
I really do not know.
The words are still in my mind,
Waiting to be written down.
I guess this poem didn't cut it,
The inspiration didn't come around.
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A Destiny Forgotten
Silence is deafening...so in these pages I will confide. When one lives so long without a companion or friend it becomes imperative to share one's thoughts with something or someone. Read these entries if you'd like; perhaps they'll shed some light
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