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Long ago, I knew my life was not completely my own

Faultless I was not 

But that was okay

We are made to play in the games of life,

Despite our will fighting against that

If I were faultless it would be a mistake 

So I end up playing with my faculties in tact

Sometimes I stumble and take a quick look back

But that is not the most consuming of my life

It is when I want something that I am not to own

Like say, those that I loved in my lifetime

Those who I am now without

The ones who made me what and who I am

Those who would rather be a ghost in my life now

So see my life is stuck, kind of in a bind

Hinged upon those people in my mind

Life will not be my own until I release 

The overbearing, lingering memories, and the real

Thoughts, that in this poem I spilt.

MwsR ❤

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Mws R

"If you are going to write, write from the heart." MwsR "Life has not been the easiest, but it could certainly have been worse!" MwsR Life is about doing all you can to help others. Don't go chasing rainbows, make your own pot of gold. Love, Hope, Faith, the greatest of these is Love!

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