I feel as if
I was only given one choice.
I could be exactly like him,
as genetics dictated
or just like her
a person I absolutely hated.
Well now as life is so cruel
the tables have turned around
I am like her more than ever
and despise him more, I've found.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
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Reach for the clouds. . .
Tickle your toes. . .
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ReplyDeleteBravo.
ReplyDeleteThis is profound.