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April 26, 2005

Rude Awakenings

I've been busted and it's about time that it hurts
Playing martyr is a role not well-deserved
I don't mind the sacrifices -- For God's Sake!
I'm glad that I've been hit hard enough to feel it.
The curse of my nature is to love
In this way which was a stranger before.
Someone opened my heart and it hurt when I saw
How the things I dispised became me.
People are a hard thing to accept
I've been trained
Forget love -- for self-preservation's sake.
My teachers did well in showing me unfortunate
Consequences
Dealt to the fools who dared to have emotions.
They love and they lose; the penalty -- death,
A death of the growing, living being
That was once the essence of...

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 09:28 PM