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A Story by Kenji
Just thought I would try my hand at a story, its based on things that happened but names have been changed. If you like it, cool. If not, tell me why ..
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And nothing cuts deeper
Than that which you thought you had
And knew so well
Turns suddenly into something
More horrific than you could ever imagi..
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That even tempered manner of being
The non-judgement stare with accpetance of flaws
That never wavering tone of voice at just the most even of pitch..
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I wonder what it would feel like to wake up tomorrow and regret nothing. To forget every moment of pain, every tear of sorrow, every bloody scar. To w..
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Give me a reason
Threaten something I hold dear
And watch me toe the line
Between right and wrong
And still come out on top
Push the limits
And ..
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You looked at me
And saw the fire underneath
You took me at my word
And challenged the witty banter
Told me to act my age
When doing so would cau..
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Somewhere along the line
Realization hit, that certain paths are meant to cross.
Maybe for reasons unknown, or maybe we just don't want to admit it...
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A Story by Kenji
The train station... Old poem from my Germany days... Same meaning.
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For you, I have nothing left to say.
You stared through me.
As though I wasn't even there.
You throw my issues in my face,
But hide your own from ..
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This morning I forgot your name.
I remembered your face.
But your name escaped me.
I can picture your eyes, bland as the clear sky.
And your voice..
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